What to the uncle, as I bid advance
The smoking dish? "Fry suits a tender tooth!
Behooves we care a little for our kin—
You, Sir,—who care so much for cousinship
As come to your poor loving nephew's feast!"
He has the reversion of a long lease yet—
Land to bequeath! He loves lamb's fry, I know!)
Here fall to be considered those same six
Qualities; what Bottini needs must call
So many aggravations of our crime,