OU didn't know I drew? I learnt at school."
"Perhaps you only learnt to draw your sword?"
"Why, that I can, of course—and also corks—
And covers—haw! haw! haw! But what I mean,
Fortification—haw!—in Indian ink,
That sort of thing—and though I draw it mild,
Yet that—haw! haw!—that may be called my forte."
"Oh fie! for shame! where do you think you'll go
For making such a heap of foolish puns?"
"Why, to the Punjaub, I should think—haw! haw!
That sort of job, you know, would suit me best."
C. J. Cayley, Las Alforgas.
OUT le monde se plaint de sa mémoire, et personne ne se plaint de son jugement.
La Rochefoucauld, Réflexions.
ON THE HOUSE OF COMMONS.
HEN lately Pym descended into Hell,
Ere he the cups of Lethè did carouse,
What place that was, he callèd loud to tell;
To whom a Devil—"This is the Lower House."
William Drummond (1585-1649).