23. Death of Shakspeare, 1616.
"Sweet Bard of Avon!"—"Well," says Jack, "how you
Can call him Bard of A-won, goodness knows!
I'm sure as I don't: stop! I think I do;
He stands A 1, at Poet's Lloyd's, I s'pose!"
POETIC LICENCE.
I say, lend me a crown!
I've only three shillings in my pocket:
Well, hand them over, and then you'll owe me two!