To pick up, steady her on legs again,
My office turns a pleasantry indeed!
Not that the burly boaster did one jot
O' the little was to do—young Spreti's work!
But for him,—manikin and dandiprat,
Mere candle-end and inch of cleverness
Stuck on Arcangeli's save-all,—but for him
The spruce young Spreti, what is bad were worse!
"I looked that Rome should have the natural gird
At advocate with case that proves itself;