Coat and trousers fit him neatly,
Ever neater is his tie,
And he asks about my well-being,
Every morning, while passing by.

He speaks of my wide-spread renown,
Of my gracious, witty mind;
He places at my disposal
All the help he can provide.

And, at parties in the evening,
With inspired face, rehearses,
To the gathering of ladies,
The most devine of my verses.

O, how delightfully refreshing,
Such a youth to see appear,
Now-a-day, when good things, surely,
More and more, do disappear.