Last June he had a sort of strangling ... bah!
He 's his own master, and his will is made.
So, liver fizz, law flit and Latin fly
As we rub hands o'er dish by way of grace!
May I lose cause if I vent one word more
Except—with fresh-cut quill we ink the white—
P-r-o-pro Guidone et Sociis. There!
Count Guido married—or, in Latin due,
What? Duxit in uxorem?—commonplace!
Tædus jugales iniit, subiit,—ha!