"With epigrams of spite and daring It's pleasant to provoke a foe; It's pleasant when you see him staring - His stubborn, thrusting horns held low - Unwillingly within the mirror, Ashamed to see himself the clearer; More pleasant yet, my friends, if he Shrieks out in stupid shock: that's me! Still pleasanter is mute insistence On granting him his resting place By shooting at his pallid face From some quite gentlemanly distance. But once you've had your fatal fun, You won't be pleased to see it done."