Curt comment on the whole, though travesty—
“Hail, calm obliquity, lugubrious plot!...”
Yea, since obliquity the straight path is,
And Passion worships as her patron saint
The Holy Vitus, and from Language fall
The rusty chains of rhythm and harmony,
Why not exclaim, “Hail, sham obliquity!”
“Too hard,” you murmur, sweet, submissive minds?
But take a bite o’ the original pie! Set teeth,
’Ware cherry-stones, and if a herring-spine