He mutter’d, jealous as a Spanish Don,

When, lo!—to aggravate that inward spite,

In glancing at a board he spied thereon

A play-bill for dramatic folks to con,

In letters such as those may read, who run,

“‘KING JOHN’—oh yes,—I recollect King John!

‘My Lord, they say five moons’—five moons!—well done!

I wonder Ellen was content with one!

“Five moons—all full!—and all at once in heav’n!

She should have lived in that prolific reign!”