For in such rorty wise doth Love express
His blooming views, and asks for your address,
And makes it right, and does the gay and free.
I kissed her—I did so! And her and me
Was pals. And if that ain't good business,
O crikey, Bill!
W. E. Henley.
A BALLADE OF BALLADE-MONGERS
(After the manner of Master François Villon of Paris)
IN Ballades things always contrive to get lost,