Jokes are like trees; their place of birth
Best suits them; stuck in foreign earth,
They perish in the process.
Ah! Merriment! when men entrap
Thy bells, and women steal thy cap,
They think they have trepann'd thee.
Delusive thought! aloof and dumb,
Thou wilt not at a bidding come,
Though Royalty command thee.
The rich, who sigh for thee—the great,