And list to songs, and tunes, and watch for smiles,
And smile at pretty prattle.
Byron—Werner.
29. Lady.—An a lover be tardy, you had as lief be wooed of a snail; for though the snail comes slowly, he carries his house on his head.
As You Like It.
30. That the king should reign on a throne of gold,
Fenced round by his power divine;
That the baron should sit in his castle old,
Drinking his ripe red wine;
While below, below, in his ragged coat,