Wreathed him, as Thomas Moore would say, "his bower"
Among the flower:
And happened, accidentally, to be
Chez lui,
When madame put the piece of antique bread
Into our dustman's hand, as hath been said.
Now, let me ask, had Chesterfield been placed,
What time his chyle with exercise was braced.
To make his meal from off a living mess,
D'ye think my Lord had kept his politesse?