Which is of greater value, prythee, say,
The Bride or Bridegroom?—must the truth be told?
Alas, it must! The Bride is given away—
The Bridegroom's often regularly sold.
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The lounger must oft, as he walks through the streets,
Be struck with the grace of some girl that he meets;
So graceful behind in dress—ringlets—all that—
But one gaze at the front—what a horrid old cat!
You then think of the notice you've seen on a door,
Which informs you, of "70 late 24."
GRAMMAR FOR THE COURT OF BERLIN
His majesty you should not say of FRITZ,
That king is neuter; so for HIS, use ITS.
THE EMPTY BOTTLE. WILLIAM AYTOUN
Ah, liberty! how like thou art
To this large bottle lying here,
Which yesterday from foreign mart,
Came filled with potent English beer!
A touch of steel—a hand—a gush—
A pop that sounded far and near—
A wild emotion—liquid rush—
And I had drunk that English beer!
And what remains?—An empty shell!
A lifeless form both sad and queer,
A temple where no god doth dwell—
The simple memory of beer!