Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew,
I would at least pretend I recollected,
If I were you!
Nellie. If I were you, when ladies are so lavish,
Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two,
I would not dance with odious Miss McTavish,
If I were you!
Frank. If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer
Whiff of the best,—the mildest “honey dew,”
I would not dance with smoke-consuming Puffer,