So be the tenant new, Caecilius, happy to own me,
I'm not guilty, for all jealousy says it is I. 10
Never a fault was mine, nor man shall whisper it ever;
Only, my friend, your mob's noisy "The door is a rogue."
Comes to the light some mischief, a deed uncivil arising,
Loudly to me shout all, "Door, you are wholly to blame."