Need and greed (oh, strange) the Father
Fashioned not for him alone!
Whence—the comfort set a-strutting,
Whence—the outcry "Haste, behold!
Bard's breast open wide, past shutting,
Shows what brass we took for gold!"
Friends, I doubt not he 'd display you
Brass—myself call orichale,—
Furnish much amusement; pray you
Therefore, be content I balk