The embarrassed bard who broke out to break down
Dumfoundered at such unforeseen success?
'Hail, calm acclivity, salubrious spot'
You begin—place aux dames! I 'll prompt you then!
'Here do I take the good the gods allot!'
Next you, Sir! What, still sulky? Sing, O Muse!
'Here does my lord in full discharge his shot!'
Now for the crowning flourish! mine shall be" ...
"Nothing to match your first effusion, mar
What was, is, shall remain your masterpiece!