But when of your Coles and your Hunters you rave,
I protest!
Talk of Titian and Watts in a breath—which you may;
Young Gilbert and Swan you may praise if you will;
But the thought of the annual summer display
Makes me ill!
Yet that's what the mass of the people enjoyed.
And the few who come here, both the great and the small,
Mostly come to be seen. What—you think I'm annoyed?
Not at all!