THE PER-CONTRA, OR MATRIMONIAL BALANCE
How strange, a deaf wife to prefer!
True, but she's also dumb, good sir.
EPIGRAMS S. T. COLERIDGE.
AN EXPECTORATION,
Or Spienetic Extempore, on my joyful departure from the city of
Cologne.
As I am rhymer,
And now, at least, a merry one,
Mr. Mum's Eudesheimer,
And the church of St. Geryon,
Are the two things alone,
That deserve to be known,
In the body-and-soul-stinking town of Cologne.
EXPECTORATION THE SECOND.
In Clon, the town of monks and bones,
And pavements fanged with murderous stones,
And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches,
I counted two-and-seventy stenches,
All well defined and separate stinks!
Ye nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks,
The river Rhine, it is well known,
Doth wash your city of Cologne.
But tell me, nymphs, what power divine
Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
TO A LADY,
Offended by a sportive observation that women have no souls.
Nay, dearest Anna, why so grave?
I said you had no soul,'tis true,
For what you ARE you can not HAVE;
'Tis I that have one since I first had you.