Was served the same way,
And was found the next day
With his heels in the air, and his head in the water-butt.”
Byron has more than matched any of these in completeness of rhyme and extent, if we may call it so, of rhyming surface, and matched even himself in acidity of cynicism, in his couplet:—
“——Ye lords of ladies intellectual,
Come tell me, have they not hen-pecked you all.”
Punch has some very funny samples of eccentric rhymes, of which the best is one that spells out the final word of a couplet, the last letter or two, making so many syllables rhyme with the ending word of the preceding line. Thus:—
“Me drunk! the cobbler cried, the devil trouble you,
You want to kick up a blest r-o-w,
I’ve just returned from a teetotal party,