Soar not thus aloft, but are plodding along.
“Perhaps you will say it is better at once
To slice off their legs, or even their sconce,
Than to be badly bored as you’ve been before:
If so, this will bore you at least one time more;
I know this is bad, your censure’d be just,
But bore you this once, I shall, for I must.
“You say ‘Mr. Reader, we make our best bow,
And stand with our cap in our hand even now;
If you don’t like our rig, don’t turn up your nose,