Against Molinos, the old Cardinal wrote?
He penned and dropped it in the patron's desk,
Who, deep in thought and absent much of mind,
Licensed the thing, allowed it for his own;
Quick came promotion,—suum cuique, Count!
Oh, he can pay for coach and six, be sure!"
"—Well, let me go, do likewise: war's the word—-
That way the Franceschini worked at first,
I'll take my turn, try soldiership."—"What, you?
The eldest son and heir and prop o' the house,