One Day A Shameless And Impudent Wight Went Into A Shop Full Of Steel Wares Bright, Arranged With Art Upon Ev'Ry Shelf. He Fancied They Were All Meant For Himself; And So, While The Patient Owner Stood By, The Shining Goods Needs Must Handle And Try, And Valued, For How Should A Fool Better Know? The Bad Things High, And The Good Ones Low, And All With An Easy Self-Satisfied Face; Then, Having Bought Nothing, He Left The Place. The Tradesman Now Felt Sorely Vex'D, So When The Fellow Went There Next, A Lock Of Steel Made Quite Red Hot. The Other Cried Upon The Spot: "Such Wares As These, Who'D Ever Buy? The Steel Is Tarnish'D Shamefully," Then Pull'D It, Like A Fool About, But Soon Set Up A Piteous Shout. "Pray What's The Matter?" The Shopman Spoke; The Other Scream'D: "Faith, A Very Cool Joke!"