While this dreadful Maze is enough to craze; and my feeling of lostness is utter.
Oh, my poor feet! This is worse than Crete, and old Hampton Court isn't in it.
Oh stop, do stop! for I feel I shall drop if I don't sit down half a minute.
I really thought you knew the way out—which I own I'm unable to guess, Sir—
And now 'twould appear you are far from clear, and are puzzled "more or less," Sir.
The paths are really so twirly-whirly, the hedges so jimble-jumbled;
It must be hundreds and hundreds of miles along which we have staggered and stumbled.
I thought you were a cool card. Mister BALFOUR, and did know your way about. Sir,
But what I should like to know at present is, when we are like to get out, Sir.
How LABBY will laugh at the Labyrinth-maker, who gets lost in his own Great Maze, Sir!