I never roved by Cynthia’s beam,
To gaze upon the starry sky;
But some old stiff-backed beetle came,
And charged into my pensive eye:
And oh! I never did the swell
In Regent street, amongst the beaux,
But smuts the most prodigious fell,
And always settled on my Nose!
From Puck on Pegasus, by H. Cholmondeley-Pennell.
(Chatto and Windus, London,)