’Tis false! tis false! Thou’rt better off, my Cabman, thou art told.
Thus, thus, I leap into thy cab, to ride five miles from town,
And when at Acton I alight, I’ll pay thee half-a-crown.
Punch. July 30, 1853.
The Rinker’s Farewell to her Skates.
My beautiful! my beautiful!
That hang so calm and still,
I may not use you e’er again,
For you have wrought me ill.