A Man did surmise,
That another man’s eyes
Were both of a different frame;
For if they had been matches,
Then, alas! poor wretches,
His nose would a set ’em in a flame.
“New Westminster Quibbles.”
The Soldier.
“There is one soldier less,”
Exclaimed sister Bess,
As a funeral passed by the door;
Then said Mr. Brown,
“I’ll bet you a crown,
I’ll prove it is one soldier mort.”
Scilicet.
Why every silly cit
Has pretensions to wit,
You may learn if you listen to my ditty:
The word scilicet
In law means to wit,
So citizens, by law, must be witty.