You're not cared for by her you're admiring.

VIII.

Talk to them civilly and leave them alone,

And this is the end of my story.

And as I don't mean to alter my tone,

I drink to all flirts "con amore."

From Cribblings from the Poets (Jones & Piggott), Cambridge, 1883.


A FUNERAL AFTER SIR JOHN MOORE'S,
FURNISHED BY AN UNDERTAKER.