Is she lovelier dancing, or resting in repose?
Both are radiant pictures, as everybody knows.
Do her ships go sailing on every wind that blows?
She is richer far than that, as everybody knows.
Has she scores of lovers, heaps of bleeding beaux?
That question’s quite superfluous, as everybody knows.
I could tell you something, if I only chose!—
But what’s the use of telling what everybody knows?
James Thomas Fields.