were the approach of death. I laid the pencil down again.
To introduce us, do you purpose here As devil or as wizard to appear?
Though I am wont indeed to strict incognito, Yet upon gala - days one must
one's orders show. No garter have I to distinguish me, Nathless the cloven
foot doth here give dignity. Seest thou yonder snail? Crawling this way she
hies: With searching feelers, she, no doubt, Hath me already scented out;
Here, even if I would, for me there's no disguise. From fire to fire, we'll
saunter at our leisure, The gallant you, I'll cater for your pleasure.
(To a party seated round some expiring embers.)