Accept of benefits with a tone of dissatisfaction Mistaking your abstraction for attention My English proves me Irish My French always shows me to be English Nine-inside leathern "conveniency," bumping ten miles an hour Pleased are we ever to paint the past according to our own fancy Sure if he did, doesn't he take it out o' me in the corns? They were so perfectly contented with their self-deception Unwashed hands, and a heavy gold ring upon his thumb