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EPIGRAMS.
[On
being told by a Lady that the face was an index
to the mind.] |
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Although you protest it again and again,
I still must believe you
are jesting,
For what must thy exquisite volume contain
When the Index is so interesting?
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PATIENCE.
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Tim
says that the maid who first kindled a flame
Of desire in his heart was called Patience by name,
But at length Tim discovered this beautiful creature,
Who was patience by name was impatience by nature.
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THE ROSE AND THE THORN.
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The
vermeil cheeks, Janette, I swear,
Deep blushing as the morn,
Like two fair rose buds do appear,
Thy nose portrays the
thorn. [Page 184]
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——
TO A LADY.
[Whose eyes were remarkably
small.]
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Your
little eyes, with which, fair maid,
Strict watch on me you’re
keeping,
Were never meant to look, I’m ’fraid
They’re only fit for
peeping.
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PRECEPT AND EXAMPLE.
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Renounce
the world, old Cassock cries,
With vice and folly it abounds;
But yet, in worldly vanities,
Cassock spends Twenty Thousand
Pounds.
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——
ON A MISER.
[Who was very
ugly.]
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“He
grinds the faces of the poor,”
Said Ned with solemn tone.
“Does he?” said Dick. “I’m
very sure
He’d better grind
his own.” [Page 185]
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