Said the Abbot; "can no other man boast a heart?
Have you all really 'scaped from young What's-his-name's dart?"
Just as if he was only essaying to fill
Up the number required to form a quadrille;
And had cried, Take your partners, and no more time waste,
You young people might surely make rather more haste.
"Oh, pray catch me! Oh, dear!
I'm so dreadfully queer—
I shall faint—I shall die—
I must have a good cry"—