STANDING with courtiers, princes, Tzars,
Methinks I’m acting in a farce:
Not one among these scenic men
Would wish to see my face agen;
And here for ever may there be
A pure and perfect sympathy.
But, O Nymph Echo’s darling brother!
Whenever you or such another
Senses and reason have beguiled
And puzzled me like any child,
I’ll run and scribble down a verse
And puzzle you to find one worse.