My lessons end in loss?" at length fall slow
The pitying syllables, her lips allay
The satire of by keeping in full flow,
Above their coral reef, bright smiles at play:
"Can it be, Paul thus fails to rightly know
And altogether estimate applause
As just so many asinine hee-haws?
CXXI
"I thought to show you" ... "Show me," Paul inbroke,
"My poetry is rubbish, and the world