Slap-slop-slidder-slosh! There's "stick-phast," if you like.
Bill-sticking like this is an Art, and no error.
Bold letters, brave colour! A poster to strike,—
Admiration with some, and with some, perhaps, terror.
I wish I quite knew that the former preponderate,—
That is, sufficiently. Mutterings I hear,—
But there, 'tis a Bill to admire, and to wonder at.
Why, after five seasons' success, should I fear?
Hist! What is that? Thought I heard a low grunt.
Hope not, I'm sure, for I'm sick of stye-voices