Still let me ask,
Hast thou no silver platter,
No door-plate, or no card—or some such matter,
To scrawl a name upon, and then cast forth?
III.
Thou Scottish Barmecide, feeding the hunger
Of Curiosity with airy gammon?
Thou mystery-monger,
Dealing it out like middle cut of salmon,
That people buy and can't make head or tail of it