ECHO LINES ON AN UNPOPULAR M.P.

When I speak, thou must hear me, nymph Echo!

Echo.—Oh!

Am I not far above all vulgar scoff ?

Off!

Are not my speeches wrought of splendid stuff ?

Stuff!

When is the time I was not eloquent ?

Went!

Is not my wit a rare thing here below ?

Low!

When I leave court, who is more deeply missed ?

Hissed!

Out of the ballet-box, I'll rise like phoenix!

Nix!

Or should I lose my seat, the world will cry, Alas !

Ass !