And whatever the work, remain idly serene
(Said I to myself, said I).
And I’ve managed, I fancy, to do what I say,
For you see what I am by my apron to-day;
And if you but look at the papers you’ll know
To what bigoted lengths I am willing to go.
It is true I’m too weak to my diocese work,
But no one can say my chief duty I shirk.
No, I quarterly draw my prelatical pay,
In the fine, old, full-flavoured Episcopal way!