Classic Poem

Our master's edict and divine command,
Whereby the theatre-seats in order stand
And his due place is given to each knight,
Phasis was praising clad in purple bright.
With swelling pride he puffed and loudly said —
" Now to us knights our proper honour's paid.
At length to sit at ease we are allowed,
Not soiled nor elbowed by the greasy crowd."
He would perhaps have made a long oration,
Elated by his novel situation;
But Liitus his periods put to rout,
And to his purple mantle said — " Get out."