Middlesex Magistrates, Mud-Salad Market,
Crass commentaries on Shakespearian quartos.
And all earth’s ills, from Furnivall to toothache,
When that himself he might his gruel give
In half a jiffy? Who’d put up with it,
But for the thought of worse things turning up
In the Micawber Limbo—By-and-by?
Quite so! ’Tis bother, doubt, hope, fear, cant, gush.
The fads of noodles and of nincompoops,
Fogging the brain and flooring common sense,