Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious fun,
Farewell—for Peter’s occupation’s done.
Yet still the fire, that burned too fierce before,
May shed a chastened light your evenings o’er;
Sometimes the mountain may bring forth its mouse
To please the laughers in the Outer-House.
Nay, even in yonder niche installed on high,
Some jest or pun Lord Peter may let fly,
Clerk, counsel, agents, mid the weekly roll,
Shall vainly strive their muscles to control;