That I was “freely backed at two to one?”
Well, come what will, “This Rock,” at least, shall make
For life one flutter (“Lady of the Lake”).
Suppose I fly slap at him, and suppose
I make him think I mean “to have his nose.”
Perhaps he’d miss me, but perhaps he wouldn’t;
And then, how very awkward if he shouldn’t;
He’d be quite sure to hit me if I crawled;
I think I’ll try what Juvenal has called
“Excelsæ turris tabulata.” Bless it!