But I am but a nameless sort of person,

(A broken Dandy[222] lately on my travels)

And take for rhyme, to hook my rambling verse on,

The first that Walker's Lexicon unravels,

And when I can't find that, I put a worse on,

Not caring as I ought for critics' cavils;

I've half a mind to tumble down to prose,

But verse is more in fashion—so here goes!