Knew subtle pass and push with careless right—
My left arm ever quiet behind back,
With dagger ready: not both hands to blade!
Puff and blow, put the strength out, Blunder-bore!
There 's my subordinate, young Spreti, now,
Pedant and prig,—he 'll pant away at proof,
That 's his way!
Now for mine—to rub some life
Into one's choppy fingers this cold day!
I trust Cinuzzo ties on tippet, guards