I hasten to lay down my pen parody-sical;
In truth these stanzas concluding with somewhat
’Bout “birth” and “death,” which things I can’t come
I’ve only one word, and that’s to crave pardon,
These sweet pretty verses that I’ve been so hard on.
From The Individual. Cambridge, January 31, 1837.
The Gin, The Gin!
The gin! the gin! Hodge’s Cordial Gin!
It fairly makes our heads to spin;