Idiot, last night, I prayed thee but forbear
To read my verses; now I must to hear:
For offering, with thy smiles, my wit to grace,
Thy ignorance still laughs in the wrong place.
And so my sharpness thou no less disjoints,
Than thou didst late my sense, losing my points.
So have I seen at Christmas sports one lost,
And, hood-winked, for a man, embrace a post.