You're wearing out postmen's lives!
If you must send Valentines,
Don't post them by tens and twelves;
Or, if you do, I would pray of you
To deliver them yourselves!
But why do I pray of you,
Whose hearts so hard must be,
Since your scented rhymes you'll not post betimes,
In spite of Lord M—'s decree?
In spite of Lord M—'s decree,