By Heaven! It Is A Splendid Sight

The Poetry Of Speech.

Next To Dressing For A Rout Or Ball, Undressing Is A Woe.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

The World Is A Bundle Of Hay, Mankind Are The Asses That Pull, Each Tugs In A Different Way And The Greatest Of All Is John Bull!

So Sweet The Blush Of Bashfulness, E'en Pity Scarce Can Wish It Less!