For we are but young once, in our life so fleeting.
An unbounded jollity, etc.
Meet I now an Exquisite, who comes stately sailing,
Who right flat and swelling larger draws near.
Then trample I on his toe--then wondereth he;
I tread it again--then waxeth be wroth.
Spoken.---"Hear you there! Was that done purposely with the foot!"--"No; it was done with the heel."--"So! but that appears to me very strange?"--"Do me then the only pleasure; find nothing strange here. You are a Stupid Youth!"
And the duel then is seen,
For the wit is mighty keen;--
Strike him a thundering Winkelquartè![[34]]