BALLADE OF BAD VERSES
Of wind, which I honestly trust
Will be quick and flamboyant and bluff,
And leave me to satisfy Fust :—!
Lord, keep us from reading the stuff!
L’ENVOI
Prince Printer, in wait you are lying
For copy, and I’m in a huff.
You see even me versifying—
Lord, keep us from reading the stuff !
1R, Browning’s Works, vol. xvi. A pet name for Mr Spalding.