Seek Hornsey-Wood by invitation, sipping

Their green with Pan,

But souse you come, and show their Pan all dripping!

Why upon snow-white table-cloths and sheets,

That do not wait, or want a second washing,

Come squashing?

Why task yourself to lay the dust in streets,

As if there were no Water-Cart contractors,

No pot-boys spilling beer, no shop-boys ruddy

Spooning out puddles muddy,