“Or art thou coin’d in this thick skull of mine,

“A phantom from the fumes of heat and wine?”

Death, fire, and furies! why I see thee here

In form as plain and palpable, I swear,

As this I’m drawing;—on thy blade and dudgeon

Are gouts of blood;—but, mark me! I’m no gudgeon!

It’s all a lie!—I’ll not be humbugg’d thus,—

’Tis this curs’d business puts me in a fuss!

The Gownsman, Cambridge, 1830.