Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses,
All in the antique style of Mistress Sappho,
Latin just like Horace the tuneful Roman,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspSapph's imitator:

But we Bards, we classical Lyric Poets,
Know a thing or two in a scurvy Planet:
Don't we, now? Eh? Brother Horatius Flaccus,
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspTip us your paw, Lad:—

Here's to Mæcenas and the other worthies;
Rich men of England! would ye be immortal?
Patronise Genius, giving Cash and Praise to
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspGillman Jacobus;

Gillman Jacobus, he of Merchant Taylors',
Minor ætate, ingenio at stupendus,
Sapphic, Heroic, Elegiac,—what a
       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbsp       &nbspVersificator!