Through dark and dirty lanes be dodging,
Unless t’avoid such dismal lurkings,
You put a powerful paw on Perkins.
Behold what ought to raise your spleen high,
Perkins supported by Aldini![55]
It must have been most sad, foul weather,
From Italy to blow him hither.
My wrath, indeed, is now so keen, I
Ev’n wish, for sake of that Aldini,
This ink were poison for the wizard,