The Prince of Darkness as a dude,
Callow and cantin’, crass and crude,
Compound of prater, prig, male-prude,
And minor poet,
Is—weel, I wadna’ here intrude
The word—ye know it!
Milton and Goethe whyles might summon
Thine image forth, a graund, grim, glum ’un;
But ’tis beyond the scribblin’ woman
Wi’ truth to paint ye.