Old maids, in hell, 'tis said, lead apes;
It may be true—but, tarry—
They're bachelors that fill those shapes
Because they did not marry.
ON SEEING A SWAGGERING VICAR AND PHYSICIAN ARM IN ARM.
How D.D. swaggers, M.D. rolls!
I dub them both a race of noddies:
Old D.D. has the cure of souls,
And M.D. has the care of bodies.
Between them both, what treatment rare
Our souls and bodies must endure!
One has the cure without the care,
And one the care without the cure.
ONE LAWYER MORE.
"Pray does one More, a lawyer, live hard by?"
"I do not know of one," was the reply;
"But if one less were living, I am sure,
Mankind his absence safely might endure."
PERCY BYSHE SHELLEY TO A SCOTCH CRITIC.
In critics this country is rich;
In friendship and love who can match 'em:
When writers are plagued with the itch,
They hasten most kindly to scratch 'em.
DAVID DOUBLE'S PETITION TO ONE OF THE INNS OF COURT.