While daft Kratinos—home to hole trudged he,
Wrung dry his wit to the last vinous dregs,
Decanted them to 'Bottle,'—beat, next year,—
'Bottle' and dregs—your best of 'Clouds' and dew!
Where, Comic King, may keenest eye detect
Improvement on your predecessors' work
Except in lying more audaciously?
"Why—genius! That's the grandeur, that 's the gold—
That 's you—superlatively true to touch—
Gold, leaf or lump—gold, anyhow the mass