Stop rowing! This one of our bye-canals
O'er a certain bridge you have to cross
That 's named, "Of the Angel:" listen why!
The name "Of the Devil" too much appalls
Venetian acquaintance, so—his the loss,
While the gain goes ... look on high!
An angel visibly guards, yon house:
Above each scutcheon—a pair—stands he,
Enfolds them with droop of either wing:
The family's fortune were perilous