When your teaching bears its first-fruits, Peter—wait and see!"
As the word, the deed proved; ere a brief year's passage,
Fop—that fool he made the jokes on—now he made the jokes for, gratis:
Hunks—that hoarder, long left lonely in his crass age—
Found now one appreciative deferential friend:
Powder-paint-and-patch, Hag Jezebel—recovered,
Strange to say, the power to please, got courtship till she cried Jam satis!
Fop be-flattered. Hunks be-friended, Hag be-lovered—
Nobody o'erlooked, save God—he soon attained his end.
As he lounged at ease one morning in his villa,