The Man in the Moon, Vol. I.
Why, what the deuce is that before my nose?
It’s like a dagger now I see it close;
And, rat it too, the handle turn’d this way!
But come, I’ll have a grip, cost what it may.
By Jove, I’ve missed it! yet I see it still,
It’s cursed odd—but find it out I will.
“Thou fearful, fatal vision, tell me why,
“You thus elude me—is it ‘all my eye?’