I am tenant of nine feet by four,
My title no lawyer denies,
From the ceiling quite down to the floor,
I am lord of the spiders and flies.
Oh, Justice! how awkward it is
To be griped by thy terrible squad!
I did but indulge in a quiz,
And the Quorum have sent me to quod.
Dear scandal is out of my reach,
I must pass my dull mornings alone.