HE Hanoverian squires are asses who can talk of nothing but horses.
Heinrich Heine, Thoughts and Fancies.
IR George Warrender was once obliged to put off a dinner-party in consequence of the death of a relative, and sat down to a haunch of venison by himself. While eating, he said to his butler, "John, this will make a capital hash to-morrow." "Yes, Sir George, if you leave off now!"
R. H. Barham, Life.
TO CHLORIS.
HLORIS, I swear, by all I ever swore,
That from this hour I shall not love thee more.
"What! love no more? oh, why this altered vow?"
Because I cannot love thee more—than now.