“The heart”—“the feelings”—pshaw! for nought
They go, I grant, though quite enchanting
In valentines by school-girls wrought:
Nonsense! by me they are not wanting.
A note! and, as I live, a ring!
“Pity the sad suspense I suffer!”
All’s right. I knew to book I’d bring
Old Brown. I’ve caught—
A RICH OLD BUFFER.