And there he will be tried—but I shall ne’er receive her,
The watch that went too sure for an artful deceiver;
The world may think me gay—heart and feet ache together,
Oh, thou hast been the cause of this anguish, my leather!
Tom Hood.
The Imposition.
We met in upper school,
And I thought he would “draw” me;
He came, his words were stern,