Little’s Poems.

Your mother says, my little Venus,

There’s something not correct between us,

And you’re in fault as well as I;

Now on my soul, my little Venus,

I think ’twould not be right between us,

To let your mother tell a lie.

This is plagiarised from an old collection of English epigrams published in 1785:—

“The lying world says naughty words

Of you and I, my dearest love;