Not poetry, good fellow?
Qu.Well, they say
Occasion makes a poet of any man.
Sce. It pleases me to walk about the palace,
And count the columns: with my eye I measure
The carven friezes and gold roofs, and say
All this is thine, Scevinus: stretch but forth
Thy hand and take it from its master: give it
Back to the world. These busts, Hellenic statues,
All these are thine, Scevinus! Let us go