True to Poll When God made Adam, in de ancient day, "Stop," said a voice; and straightway there arose Our whole theology will be upsot." TRUE TO POLL I'LL sing you a song, not very long, And the last words he uttered, His heart was true to Poll. 275 Unknown. 'Twas a wreck. William, on shore he swam, And looked about for an inn; When a noble savage lady, of a color rather shady, Came up with a kind of grin: "Oh, marry me, and a king you'll be, And in a palace loll; Or we'll eat you willy-nilly." So he gave his hand, did Billy, Away a twelvemonth sped, and a happy life he led As the King of the Kikeryboos; His paint was red and yellar, and he used a big umbrella, He'd corals and knives, and twenty-six wives, One day they all revolted, So he back to Bristol bolted, His heart was true to Poll, And his heart was true to Poll. F. C. Burnand. TRUST IN WOMEN When these things following be done to our intent, WHEN nettles in winter bring forth roses red, And geese bear pearls in every mead, And laurel bear cherries abundantly, And oaks bear dates very plenteously, And kisks give of honey superfluence, Then put women in trust and confidence. Trust in Women When box bear paper in every land and town, When whitings do walk forests to chase harts, And gurnards shoot rooks out of a crossbow, When swine be cunning in all points of music, And cats do heal men by practising of physic, 277 And merchants buy with horn, instead of groats and pence, And pyes be made poets for their eloquence, Then put women in trust and confidence. When sparrows build churches on a height, And curlews carry timber houses to dight, And fomalls bear butter to market to sell, When crows take salmon in woods and parks, And camels in the air take swallows and larks, And mice move mountains by wagging of their tails, And when wives to their husbands do no offence, When antelopes surmount eagles in flight, And swans be swifter than hawks of the tower, And wrens set gos-hawks by force and might, And muskets make verjuice of crabbes sour, And ships sail on dry land, silt give flower, And apes in Westminster give judgment and sentence, Then put women in trust and confidence. Unknown. THE LITERARY LADY WHAT motley cares Corilla's mind perplex, Bills, books, caps, couplets, combs, a varied mass, And there a mantua-maker's bill unpaid. There new-born plays foretaste the town's applause, A moral essay now is all her care, A satire next, and then a bill of fare. A scene she now projects, and now a dish; Here Act the First, and here, Remove with Fish. That soberly casts up a bill for coals; Black pins and daggers in one leaf she sticks, And tears, and threads, and bowls, and thimbles mix. Richard Brinsley Sheridan. When I talk and you are heedless, V When your speeches are absurd, VI When you furious argue wrong, VII Not a jest or humorous story Will I ever tell before ye: To be chidden for explaining, When you quite mistake the meaning. VIII Never more will I suppose, You can taste my verse or prose. IX You no more at me shall fret, X You shall never hear me thunder, |