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 The whole assembly is our guest; It is a point of etiquette That everything should look its best; And for your own sake, most of all, It were judicious to keep clear Of that sore fact—that it is small.

How so?

Well, listen, you shall hear. Firstly, the headmen of the town Are giving you a piece of plate, Whose graved inscription is frustrate If the work's size is whittled down; And then the Ode, composed express, And my inaugural address,— You leave them helpless in the lurch, Docking the greatness of the Church. You see then, you must yield your doubt, And boldly face the matter out.

I see, what oft has stung my eye, A lying triumph crown the lie.

But, in God's name, my worthy friend, Where do these strong expressions tend? However, waiving points of taste, Hear now my second reason,—gold, As that was silver; for, behold, You, like a chosen son, are graced With favour in the royal sight; In short,—you have been named a Knight! This very day you'll walk elate, Cross upon breast, a titled man.