Thou would’st have owned no eyes could ever meet
A sight suggesting stronger the word “bore,”
And turned thee to thy bed contentedly to snore.
Ah! then and there were hurryings to and fro,
And notes delivered in a shocking mess,
And gents grew pale who, but a week ago,
Esteemed themselves “the cheese,” and nothing less;
And there were sudden partings—I confess
These coalitions, ruptures, did surprise
The public gen’rally. Could any guess