A WIFE
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Lord Erskine, at women presuming to rail, Calls a wife "a tin canister tied to one's tail"; And fair Lady Anne, while the subject he carries on, Seems hurt at his Lordship's degrading comparison. But wherefore degrading? consider'd aright, A canister's useful, and polish'd, and bright: And should dirt its original purity hide, That's the fault of the puppy to whom it is tied. Richard Brinsley Sheridan. |
THE HONEY-MOON
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The honey-moon is very strange. Unlike all other moons the change She regularly undergoes. She rises at the full; then loses Much of her brightness; then reposes Faintly; and then ... has naught to lose. Walter Savage Landor. |
DIDO
IMPROMPTU EPIGRAM ON THE LATIN GERUNDS
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When Dido found Æneas would not come, She mourn'd in silence, and was Di-do-dum(b). Richard Parson. |