A stalking oracle of awful phrase,

The approving "Good!" (by no means good in law)

Humming like flies around the newest blaze,

The bluest of bluebottles you e'er saw,

Teasing with blame, excruciating with praise,

Gorging the little fame he gets all raw,[bp]

Translating tongues he knows not even by letter,

And sweating plays so middling, bad were better.