These crooked words had better be made straighter.
SHE.—Traighter (Traitor.)
HE.—Farewell! and never in this friendly strain
(My proffer’d aid foregone) I breathe again!
SHE.—Gone. I breathe again!
SONGS OF THE SEEDY.—NO. 2.
I cannot rove with thee, where zephyrs float—
Sweet sylvan scenes devoted to the loves!—
For, oh! I have not got one decent coat,