With many a retrospection curst,
And all my solace is to know,
Whate’er I wear, I’ve worn the worst.
What is the worst? Nay, do not ask,—
In pity from the search forbear:
Smile on,—nor venture to unclasp
My vest, and view the shirt that’s there.
From Poems and Parodies. By Phœbe Carey.
(Ticknor, Reed, and Fields,
Boston, United States, 1854.)
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Childe Harold.