But of Me you exclaim, as you come in my view—
"What a thing!"
Just six months ago in these rooms you'd declare
It was "exquisite Art" that you saw; you forgot
That you'd said that of us. Bah! What do you care?
Not a jot!
Of course, there are some who are men of the day,
Who belong to the band of the talented few;
Right gladly we put forth our hand, as we say—
"How de do?"