HEY say that thou dost tinge (O monstrous lie!)
The hair that thou so raven-black dost buy.
Lucilius, trans. by R. Garnett.
NATION does wisely if not well, in starving her men of genius. Fatten them, and they are done for.
Charles Buxton, Notes of Thought.
HEN the enterprising burglar's not a-burgling,
When the cut-throat isn't occupied with crime
He loves to hear the little brook a-gurgling,
And listen to the merry village chime.
When the coster's finished jumping on his mother,
He loves to lie a-basking in the sun—
Oh! take one consideration with another,
The policeman's lot is not a happy one!
W. S. Gilbert, Pirates of Penzance.
