The merits of a spotless shirt,
A dapper boot, a little hand,
If half the little soul is dirt? . . .
A Timon you! Nay, nay, for shame!
It looks too arrogant a jest—
That fierce old man, to take his name,
You bandbox! Off, and let him rest!
Alfred Tennyson.
SORROWS OF WERTHER
WERTHER had a love for Charlotte