Well, at the least he has had his whim:
Much be the good it will do to him!

If when such a thing he least expects,
⁠His house should tumble upon his head,
Because a doubloon Anton neglects
⁠To give for mending the roof instead,
The hole some rat had made in the rim,
Much be the good it will do to him!

If should some crusty reader exclaim
⁠Over these lines,—What a wretched style!
What a bad taste to make it his aim!
⁠My pen more gracefully could the while
Have made the verse go easy and trim,
Much be the good it will do to him!