Of drivelling dedications, load
The vans of Carter, Paterson.
I can nor eat, nor drink, nor sleep
In peace; I vow that from to-day
I'll have them carted straight away
Unopened to the rubbish-heap.
Call in the dustman!—Lo! 'tis done!
The contract signed, I breathe again.
Come, load at once thy lingering wain
Blest henchman of oblivion!