A pungency through pickle of our own?
Learned Abate,—no one teaches you
What Venus means and who 's Apollo here!
I spare you, Cardinal,—but, though you wince,
You know me, I know you, and both know that!
So, if Apollo bids us fast, we fast:
But where does Venus order we stop sense
When Master Pietro rhymes a pleasantry?
Give alms prescribed on Friday,—but, hold hand
Because your foe lies prostrate,—where 's the word