"Bounds on the arch-buffoon, with flexile face,
With bagman smartness and batrachian grace.
Is he not sweet and winning?
Mime of the gutter, mimic of the slum,
Muse of the haunts unspeakable, else dumb,
A satyr gross and grinning?
"Limpet smiled," he said. "Shakspeare's boldest wit
Leaves Limpet listless, but each feature lit
At that last comic chorus.
London is full of Limpets; clownings please