There is society where none intrude,
The vaulted roof above and nothing more!
I love not master less, but more his store,
From these our interviews in which I steal,
From all I may be, or have been before
To mingle two good brews and feel,
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot (hic) all conceal!—
From Cribblings from the Poets, by Hugh Cayley.
(Jones and Piggott, Cambridge, 1883.)
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Arcades Ambo.