You vow, 'The rascal cannot read nor write,
Spends more in buying fish than Morsimos,
Somebody helps his Muse and courts his wife,
His uncle deals in crockery, and last—
Himself 's a stranger!' That 's the cap and crown
Of stinging-nettle, that 's the master-stroke!
What poet-rival,—after 'housebreaker,'
'Fish-gorging,' 'midnight footpad,' and so forth,—
Proves not, beside, 'a stranger'? Chased from charge
To charge, and, lie by lie, laughed out of court,—