A Friend I met, some half hour since—
"Good-morning, Jack!" quoth I;
The new-made Knight, like any Prince,
Frowned, nodded, and passed by;
When up came Jem—"Sir John, your Slave!"
"Ah, James; we dine at eight—
Fail not"—(low bows the supple knave)—
"Don't make my lady wait."
The King can do no wrong? As I'm a sinner,
He's spoilt an honest tradesman and my dinner.
FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY
[Sidenote: Anon.]
With nose so long and mouth so wide,
And those twelve grinders side by side,
Dick, with a very little trial,
Would make an excellent sun-dial.
[Sidenote: Wellesley (altered)]
Nicias, a doctor and musician,
Lies under very foul suspicion.
He sings, and without any shame
He murders all the finest music:
Does he prescribe? our fate's the same,
If he shall e'er find me or you sick.
[Sidenote: Anon.]
Now the Graces are four and the Venuses two,
And ten is the number of Muses;
For a Muse and a Grace and a Venus are you,
My dear little Molly Trefusis.
[Sidenote: Merivale]
Dick cannot blow his nose when'er he pleases,
His nose so long is, and his arm so short,
Nor ever cries, God bless me! when he sneezes—
He cannot hear so distant a report.