Into the pigeon-hole with thee, my speech!
Off and away, first work, then play, play, play!
Bottini, burn thy books, thou blazing ass!
Sing "Tra-la-la, for, lambkins, we must live!"
IX
JURIS DOCTOR JOHANNES-BAPTISTA BOTTINIUS,
FISCI ET REV. CAM. APOSTOL. ADVOCATUS
Had I God's leave, how I would alter things!
If I might read instead of print my speech,—
Ay, and enliven speech with many a flower
Refuses obstinate to blow in print,
As wildings planted in a prim parterre,—