Little Biddle you likewise distress,
You are always his hair, or his ear at,—
He’s my Opt, Sir, and you are my Pess:
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”
Then you had a pitcht fight with young Rous,
An offence I am always severe at!
You discredit to Cicero-House!
There!—“Palmam qui meruit ferat!”
You have made too a plot in the night,
To run off from the school that you rear at!