BABETTE she was a fisher gal, With jupon striped and cap in crim… She passed her days inside the Ha… Or catching little nimble shrimps. Yet she was sweet as flowers in M…

As some day it may happen that a v… I’ve got a little list - I’ve got… Of social offenders who might well… And who never would be missed - wh… There’s the pestilential nuisances…

DR. BELVILLE was regarded as… His tragedies were reckoned much t… His poems held a noble rank, altho… That, being very proper, they were… He was a famous Painter, too, and…

When man and maiden meet, I like… I always droop my own - I am the… I’m also fond of bashfulness, and… For modesty’s a quality that woman… Whenever I am introduced to any p…

An elderly person– a prophet by tr… With his quips and tips On withered old lips, He married a young and a beautiful… The cunning old blade!

What time the poet hath hymned The writhing maid, lithe-limbed, Quivering on amaranthine asphodel, How can he paint her woes, Knowing, as well he knows,

Braid the raven hair, Weave the supple tress, Deck the maiden fair In her loveliness; Paint the pretty face,

[HE.] PRITHEE, pretty maiden… (Hey, but I’m doleful, willow, wi… Have you e’er a lover a-dangling a… Hey, willow waly O! I would fain discover

Some seven men form an Associatio… (If possible, all Peers and Baron… They start off with a public decla… To what extent they mean to pay th… That’s called their Capital: if…

Were I a king in very truth, And had a son– a guileless youth – In probable succession; To teach him patience, teach him t… How promptly in a fix to act,

Of all the youths I ever saw None were so wicked, vain, or sill… So lost to shame and Sabbath law, As worldly TOM, and BOB, and… For every Sabbath day they walked

OH! listen to the tale of little… She kept a small post-office in th… She loved a skilled mechanic, who… A gentle executioner whose name wa… I think I hear you say, “A dreadf…

An Actor sits in doubtful gloom, His stock-in-trade unfurled, In a damp funereal dressing-room In the Theatre Royal, World. He comes to town at Christmas-tim…

Comes the broken flower - Comes the cheated maid - Though the tempest lower, Rain and cloud will fade! Take, O maid, these posies:

In enterprise of martial kind, When there was any fighting, He led his regiment from behind (He found it less exciting). But when away his regiment ran,