"Excuse me, Sir, but would you like to buy a nice little dawg?"
"No, thanks very much. He looks as though he would bite."
"'E won't bite yer if you buy 'im, Guv'ner."
ENIGMA.
My love to me is cold,
And no more seeks my gaze; I wonder why!
The smile of welcome that I loved of old
No longer lights her eye.