Wide! Loud! And vary!
A smile is for a simpering novice,—
One that ne’er tasted caviarë,
Nor knows the smack of dear anchovies.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Ho ho ho ho ho!
A giggling waiting-wench for me,
That shows her teeth how white they be,—
A thing not fit for gravity,
For theirs are foul and hardly three.