Or take delight in knowing that in such a county
Some teeming, triple mother earns the Royal Bounty?
Ibsenity! Amid the maze of words
I find it difficult to pick my way right;
This critic at the Master only girds,
That promptly hails him as the "premier playwright."
Whilst I don't mind confessing that I swear right roundly
At mention of a subject that I hate profoundly.
Then Parliament—without the slightest doubt
Of all dull things the dullest. What could be more