I shall merely quote you what a venerable Doctor of Theology – the author of the Bagpipes of Prelates – foretold in the spirit of prophecy. What does the scallywag say? Harken, ye old asses’ pricks! Hearken: That Jubilee when the daft world was shorn In figures now exceeds the thirtieth morn Supernumerically. Scant respect! Daft it appeared, all perseverance wrecked Of lengthy bills; no longer avid he; For the sweet fruit of grass shall shelled be, Of which the flower in spring feared to be lorn.
