Forty times over let Michaelmas pass, Pledge me round, I bid ye declare, All good fellows whose beards are grey, Did not the fairest of the fair Common grow and wearisome ere Ever a month was passed away? The reddest lips that ever have kissed, Gillian's dead, God rest her bier, Alone and merry at Forty Year, Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine. SORROWS OF WERTHER. 7ERTHER had a love for Charlotte WE Such as words could never utter Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter. With a sweet perplexity, And a mystery pretty, Threading through Threadneedle Street, Trots the little KITTY. What was my astonishment- Up the Didland stairs she went, “Madam,” says the old chief Clerk, "Sure we can't admit ye." "Where's the Didland Junction deed ? " Dauntlessly says KITTY. "If you doubt my honesty, Look at my receipt, Sir." Up then jumps the old chief Clerk, KITTY at the table sits (Whither the old Clerk leads her), "I deliver this," she says, "As my act and deed, Sir." When I heard these funny words What! are ladies stagging it? Sure, the more's the pity; But I've lost my heart to her,— Naughty little KITTY. THE LAST OF MAY. IN REPLY TO AN INVITATION DATED ON THE IST. fate's benevolent award, BY should I survive the day, I'll drink a bumper with my lord That I may reach that happy time For are not ducks and peas in prime At thirty boards, 'twixt now and then, My knife and fork shall play; But better wine and better men I shall not meet in May. And though, good friend, with whom I dine, Your honest head is grey, And, like this grizzled head of mine, Has seen its last of May; Yet, with a heart that's ever kind, A gentle spirit gay, You've spring perennial in your mind, And round you make a May! |