Verba devolvit, numerisque fertur
Lege solutis.—Horat.
Spoken by a Glendoveer.
I am a blessed Glendoveer;
'Tis mine to speak, and yours to hear.
Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!
Midnight, yet not a nose
From Indra drew the essence of repose!
See with what crimson fury,