As brokers on molasses.
I knew a man, from glass to delf,
Who talk'd of nothing but himself,
'Till check'd by a vertigo;
The party who beheld him "fluor'd,"
Bent o'er the liberated board,
And cried, "Hic jacet ego."
Some aim to tell a thing that hit
Where last they dined; what there was wit
Here meets rebuffs and crosses.