To stuff arm-chairs; sometimes, I'm told,
They're used to mix with mortar!
And Lucy? She's at Bangalore,
And married to old Colonel Bore;
They say she flirts from ten to four—
Indeed, I do not doubt them.
'Tis hard to steer among the rocks
Of life without some awkward knocks;
They say that "Love laughs loud at locks"—
He howls at those without them!