And some who did not understand them.
He wrote too, in a quiet way,
Small treatises, and smaller verses;
And sage remarks on chalk and clay.
And hints to noble lords and nurses:
True histories of last year's ghost,
Lines to a ringlet, or a turban;
And trifles for the Morning Post,
And nothings for Sylvanus Urban.
He did not think all mischief fair,