Well, I can exclaim with Banquo’s facetious murderer, “Let it comedown,” the decline cannot destroy my peace, nor deplete my purse.
ODE ON A FLEA.
“A lofty theme,
Fit subject for the noblest bard
That ever strung a lyre.”
—Coleridge.
Insufferable pest! that with wondrous force
Sinks in my quivering flesh thy noxious tooth,
To tap life’s current in its healthful course,