Pleasures are like liqueurs: they must be drunk but in small glasses.—Romainville.
POETRY
EDITOR—"This isn't poetry, my dear man; it's merely an escape of gas."
WOULD-BE CONTRIBUTOR—"Ah, I see! Something wrong with the meter."
Your poem must eternal be,
Dear sir, it can not fail,
For 'tis incomprehensible,
And wants both head and tail.