And which gives me the courage to smile when I see
Her blue nose at the window reflected on me,
Sweet maiden, so wealthy, how happy I’d rest
Quaffing “fizz” on thy gold with the chums I love best;
Then the tortures I feel in borrowing would cease,
And my duns, like old friends, be all smiling in peace.
Aramis.
There is not in this wide world a fraud so complete
As the vetoing power of the Lords’ corps d’élite;
Oh, faint must the heart be that beats in his breast,