He's ne'er flurried nor stuck.
His lead is so strong,
He has Sheitan's own luck;
And you'll find in this goose—as I thought him—
What occurs to geese—sometimes—that's "pluck."
Which is why I remark,
Though I own it with pain,
That for games that are dark,
Masked by manners urbane,
That Infidel Earl licks me hollow,