ARSON WILBUR sez he never heerd in his life
Thet th' Apostles rigged out in their swaller-tail coats,
An' marched round in front of a drum and a fife,
To get some on 'em office, an' some on 'em votes;
But John P.
Robinson he
Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee.
J. R. Lowell, Biglow Papers.
COULD resign that eye of blue,
Howe'er its splendour used to thrill me;
And e'en that cheek of roseate hue—
To lose it, Chloe, would not kill me.
That sunny neck I ne'er should miss,
However much I raved about it;
And sweetly as that lip can kiss,
I think I could exist without it.
In short, so well I've learned to fast,
That, sooth, my love, I know not whether
I might not bring myself at last
To do without you altogether.
Thomas Moore.
'ART de plaire est l'art de tromper.
Vauvenargues, Réflexions.
