I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first.
The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides
The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.
The Loves of the Triangles. Line 178.
And finds, with keen, discriminating sight,
Black 's not so black,—nor white so very white.
New Morality.
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet,—perhaps may turn his blow!