XXXIII
“Gad! he’s obliged to stick to business!
For chalk, I hear, stands at a pretty price;
And as for aqua vitæ—there’s a mess!
The dentes sapientioe of mice
Our barber tells me too are on the rise,—
Tinder’s a lighter article,—nitre pure
Goes off like lightning,—grains of Paradise
At an enormous figure!—stars not sure!—
Zodiac will not move without a slight douceur!