Still suffered pain. I ne’er before
Had seen a wight so puffy.
So swells sometimes a huge balloon
Within its hempen fetters.
D. Lambert had been beaten by
This bloated lord of letters!
“What’s wrong?” I asked the groaning wretch.
“Say, have you ‘growed’ like Topsy?
Is poison lurking in your veins?
Or is your ailment dropsy?”