Of stiff stolidity. Vigour, aye, and vice,
Therein find ready covert.
Wickedness here may lurk, or even wit.
Not to name happiness; but naught of it
Is obvious and overt.
"How bored they look, the slim stiff-collared boys!
Energy that is eager and enjoys
They may anon make show of
In some less honest haunt; here as in pain
They creak and crawl, devoid of that sans gêne