Fortune to me has granted
In equal store,
Nay, I have more.
What Mathew always wanted.
No teeth, 'tis true,
You have to shew;
The young think teeth inviting—
But, silly youths,
I love those mouths
Where there's no fear of biting.
Fortune to me has granted
In equal store,
Nay, I have more.
What Mathew always wanted.
No teeth, 'tis true,
You have to shew;
The young think teeth inviting—
But, silly youths,
I love those mouths
Where there's no fear of biting.