This little lay; for he, the noble "Q.,"
Cried out at Edgar's "Maxims of the Mud."
Then Alfred and fair Bernardbeere were glad,
And rested well content that all was well.
"You jeered, O, "Q," and you were bold
To treat my great prose-play with mirth;
But your advertisement was worth
No end of praise and lots of gold.
"For now the town will haste to see
My 'Edgar' that made you so ill;