I was discussing oysters with a crony:
GOD sent to me the angels DIN and DONI.
"A man of spunk," they urged, "would hardly choose
To breakfast every day chez Lapérouse."
"No!" I replied, "he would not do so, BUT
Think of his woe if Lapérouse were shut!
"I eat these oysters and I drink this wine
Solely to drown this misery of mine.
"Yet the last height of consolation's cold:
Its pinnacle is — not to be consoled!
"And though I sleep with Jane and Eleanor
I feel no better than I did before,
"And Julian only fixes in my mind
Even before feels better than behind.
"You are Mercurial spirits — be so kind
As to enable me to raise the wind.
"Put me in Laylah'S arms again: the Accurst,
Leaving me that, elsehow may do his worst."
DONI and DIN, perceiving me inspired,
Conceived their task was finished: they retired.
I turned upon my friend, and, breaking bounds,
Borrowed a trifle of two hundred pounds.