For thee and me!” Now, when at Peter’s gate
The twain together had arrived at last,
He let the woman in; then to her mate,
Shutting the door, “Thou hast already passed
By proxy,” said the Saint—“just in the way
That thou on earth was wont to fast and pray.”
ABOUT A NOSE.
’Tis very odd that poets should suppose
There is no poetry about a nose,
When plain as is the nose upon your face,