Like a broken-paced cob;
I fear I'm a coward in love, as they say.
She's commencing to laugh;
How the fellows will chaff.
By Jove, I'm not going to ask her to-day.
Ye Retort Exasperating.
"Sweete maide," ye lovesicke youthe remarked,
"Thou'rt fickle as my star!