Told me—’twas when you “dropped the line”—
You knew not “Hogg” from “Bacon.”
I brought you down a noble “Bird,”
My gift you did not praise;
And thought my “Blackwood,” so I heard,
Was only fit to blaze!
Things hard as “Flint” and “Steele” you hate,
You wish no lore to learn;
Your “Pope” you excommunicate,
And laugh to find me “Sterne.”