Since then I've known no pleasure!
Man's treachery I could bear,
And the deceits of woman,
But not the loss of hair!
"Goldsmith never wrote anything like that," said Seddon.
"Nor Tennyson, neither," said Toney.
"Tennyson be hanged!" exclaimed Tom. "I'll match Tickle against him any day."
"The composition of this poem fully developed my poetical genius," said the Professor. "I discovered that I could be a bard; and so I composed a whole book of poems."
"What did you do with it?" asked Toney.
"I published it," said the Professor. "Did you never hear of it?"