Of chances ’twixt cup and lip.
“The Stag comes out—over the left;
The market riggeth he:
The men with cash, by dealings rash,
Are fleeced right horribly.
“Higher and higher every day
Went up the bubble shares—”
No step I stirred, altho’ I heard
The Speaker was at prayers.
He’d made me wait—I was too late;