The Poetical Works of Robert Story | ||
First, of employment I've enough,
Of avocations quantum suff.
Like Goldsmith's juggler, when one trick
Begins to make the public sick,
I'm able from my treasured store,
To try them with a hundred more.
And sooth to tell without dissembling,
I sometimes see with fear and trembling
The likelihood, in spite of all
My hundred tricks, of sudden fall;
And envy, in my dread of failure,
The destiny of common Tailor!
Of avocations quantum suff.
Like Goldsmith's juggler, when one trick
Begins to make the public sick,
I'm able from my treasured store,
To try them with a hundred more.
And sooth to tell without dissembling,
I sometimes see with fear and trembling
The likelihood, in spite of all
My hundred tricks, of sudden fall;
And envy, in my dread of failure,
The destiny of common Tailor!
The Poetical Works of Robert Story | ||