And I laugh till fit to die.
Pray then when a-fresh the rhino cometh in, sir.
An unbounded jollity, etc.
Morning to the lectures go; nine-pins in the evening;
Early, in old house-coat; not till late our toilet made.
To Commers then haste away,
For there's pawked in a Fox to-day.
Spoken.--"Silence, Fox! hold your tongue when Old Mossy Heads are speaking."--"Ah! Heavens! I can drink no more of these healths. It makes me so ill."--"Hold thy tongue, Fox! Thou hast yet only emptied nineteen choppins of most excellent beer. It is not worth talking of. Study only three years, and thou'lt bring it up to nine-and-twenty."
So we had the Commers here,
Jolly still with wine and beer,