Look out, Salvini! Here 's your man, your match!
He and I sat applauding, stall by stall,
Last Monday—'Here 's Othello' was our word,
'But where 's Iago?' Where? Why, there! And now
The fellow-artist, female specimen—
Oh, lady, you must needs describe yourself!
He 's great in art, but you—how greater still
—(If I can rightly, out of all I learned,
Apply one bit of Latin that assures
'Art means just art's concealment')—tower yourself!