A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

We always tangle threads we dreamed,

And contravene our bliss so.

I see the red-roan steed again!

He looks, as something sought he:

Why, hoity toity!—he is fain,

So I'll be cold and haughty!'

ANGELO ORDERS HIS DINNER.

(R. BROWNING)

I, Angelo, obese, black-garmented,

Respectable, much in demand, well fed