And Nestor, fringed enough to tempt
Bird-nesters to his beard.
A Bacchus, leering on a bowl,
A Pallas that out-stared her owl,
A Vulcan—very lame;
A Dian stuck about with stars,
With my right hand I murdered Mars—
(One Williams did the same).
But tired of this dry work at last,
Crayon and chalk aside I cast,