With neither hand nor heart;
To Hymen vow'd, and not allow'd
To flirt e'en with your fan,
Here end, as just a friend, I must—
I'm not a single man.
[THE SUPPER SUPERSTITION.]
A PATHETIC BALLAD.
"Oh flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!"—MERCUTIO
I.
'Twas twelve o'clock by Chelsea chimes,