Go, croak behind the Marble Arch, or take a flag and stand
In Grosvenor Square, as captain of a hallelujah band,
Do anything, but mockery of murder, in the dark,
Ay even spout in windy speech, from wagons in the park,
Thou thing of misty cobwebine! thou woman frighter go!
And never more be seen again, to make thyself a show.
For children's fears, or if thou would'st a manly vengeance dare,
Pick up this fourteen stone of mine, and jock me down the stair
Thou idiot spook, thou ill-conditioned cloud concocted sprite
With the immortal bard I cry, Avaunt! and quit my sight!"