My first as an heir,
My second a snare,
My whole is the offspring of fancy,
Which I sent on its way
Last Valentine’s Day,
As a token of love to my Nancy.
38. A LOVER’S VOW
My love shall never know my first,
Shall never be my second;
It shall my all, come best, come worst,
Be surely reckoned.
No. LIII.—DIGITS IN THE FIDGETS
Here is the final pair:—
9
While drinking his Wine,
He appears like a nine.