Is your charge to stay with me till I die?
Be tacit as your bench, then! Use your ears,
I use my tongue: how glibly yours will run
At pleasant supper-time ... God's curse! ... to-night
When all the guests jump up, begin so brisk,
"Welcome, his Eminence who shrived the wretch!
Now we shall have the Abate's story!"
Life!
How I could spill this overplus of mine
Among those hoar-haired, shrunk-shanked odds and ends