SHAKSPEARE.
REPLY TO THE DIRGE ON MISS ELLEN GEE, OF KEW.
(See Mirror, page 223.)
Forgive, ye beauteous maids of Q,
The much relenting B,
Who vows he never will sting U,
While sipping of your T.
One nymph I wounded in the I,
The charming L N G,
The fates impell'd, I know not Y,
The luckless busy B.
And oh recall the sentence U
Pass'd on your humble B,
Let me remain at happy Q,
Send me not o'er the C.
And I will mourn upon A U,
The death of L N G,
And all the charming maids of Q
Will pity the poor B.
I will hum soft her L E G,
The reason some ask Y,
Because the maiden could not C,
By me she lost her I.
To soothe ye damsels I'll S A,
Far sooner would I B
Myself in funeral R A,
Than wound one fair at T.