After a famous victory.
“Great praise my energy has gained,
And laurels crown my head.”
“Why, ’twas a downright massacre!”
The simple public said.
“Nay, nay, my friends: nay, nay,” said he
“It was a famous victory!”
“Famous, by—Jingo!” so he swore.
Yet still they asked, perplext,
“But what good comes of it at last?