Break, break, break!
You must order another new set.
It's good for trade; but I'd like to know
What is the commission you get?
From Odd Echoes from Oxford, 1872.
Here is another in a similar vein:—
Break, break, break,
My cups and my saucers, O scout!
And I'm glad that my tongue can't utter
The oaths that my soul points out.