O God,
O Venus,
O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time,
I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxes piled up neatly upon the shelves And the loose fragment cavendish and the shag, And the bright Virginia loose under the bright glass cases, And a pair of scales not too greasy, And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing, For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit. O God,
O Venus,
O Mercury, patron of thieves, Lend me a little tobacco-shop, or install me in any profession Save this damn'd profession of writing, where one needs one's brains all the time.
