Would almost fly into a passion,
If I desired their lips to woo
In that old easy worn-out fashion.
Praed, though no poet, had some power;
He is defaced by many a mocker:
I’m criminal this very hour,
And so is Dobson, so is Locker.
“O give us something new and fresh!”
The girls exclaim, they’re right, the beauties,
To catch their hearts in merrier mesh