M I hâve a heavy scholar cloistered up

« Close under lock and key, kept at his task

« Of letting Fenelon know the fool he is,

« In a book I promise Christendom next Spring.

« Why, if he covets so much méat, the clown,

« As a lark's wing next Friday, or, any day,

« Diversion beyond catching his own fleas,

« He shall be properly swinged, I promise him.

« But you, who are so quite another paste

« Of a man, — do you obey me ? Cultivate

c Assiduous that superlor gift you bave

« Of making madrigals — (who told me ? Ah 1)

« Get done a Marinesque Adoniad straight

« With a puise o* the blood a-pricking, hère and there,

« That I may tell the lady : And he*s ours I »

So I bccame a priest.

{Caponsacchi. — The Ring and the Book.)