Then B.: “These little songs display. . . .”
And so forth, in the sense of A.
Over the bard I throw a veil.
There is no moral to this tale.
Austin Dobson.
THE LOVE-LETTER
“J’ai vu les mœurs de mon temps, et j’ai publié cette lettre.”—La Nouvelle Héloise.
IF this should fail, why, then I scarcely know
What could succeed. Here’s brilliancy (and banter),
Byron ad lib., a chapter of Rousseau;