Curious how often you see a man
Who seems a blemished caricature of some other person.
There is a coolie
Who cleanses my fishponds:
He looks exactly like the faintly degraded replica
Of my friend the Chancellor—
With all his Excellency's keenness, wit, and assurance
Blurred and rubbed out.
Nature, to be sure,
Is the great Burlesquer.