But I'm too late, and therefore must make play.

'Twas a great banquet, such as Albion old

Was wont to boast—as if a glutton's tray

Were something very glorious to behold.

But 'twas a public feast and public day,—

Quite full—right dull—guests hot, and dishes cold,—

Great plenty, much formality, small cheer,—

And everybody out of their own sphere.