Though I'm Anything But Clever,

In Short, Whoever You May Be, To This Conclusion You'll Agree, When Every One Is Somebodee, Then No One's Anybody!

And That Singular Anomaly, The Lady Novelist-- I Don't Think She'd Be Missed--i'm Sure She'd Not Be Missed!

I Love My Fellow Creatures - I Do All The Good I Can - Yet Everybody Says I'm Such A Disagreeable Man!

When Every Blessed Thing You Have Is Made Of Silver, Or Of Gold, You Long For Simple Pewter.

I Accept Refreshment At Any Hands, However Lowly.