Why, then,—they found that all was vanity,

Vexation, and what Solomon describes!

The old abundant city-fare was best,

The kindly warmth o' the commons, the glad clap

Of the equal on the shoulder, the frank grin

Of the underling at all so many spoons

Fire-new at neighborly treat,—best, best and best

Beyond compare!—down to the loll itself

O' the pot-house settle,—better such a bench

Than the stiff crucifixion by my dais