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TO MRS. BISHOP,
WITH A PRESENT OF A KNIFE.
“ A KNIFE,” dear girl, "cuts love," they say ! Mere modish love perhaps it may
- For any tool, of any kind,
The knife that cuts our love in two
That self-same blade from me must sever
Till that be done, (and I'd as soon Believe this knife will chip the moon,) VOL. XXXVII.
Accept my present, undeterr’d,
If in a kiss delicious treat!-
TO THE SAME,
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING-DAY, WHICA
WAS ALSO HER BIRTH-DAY, WITH A RING.
“ Tuxe, Mary, with this ring I wed”-
With that first ring I married youth,
If she, by merit since disclos'd,
Here then to-day (with faith as sure,
With this I wed, till death us part,
And why? They show me every hour, Honour's high thought, Affection's power, Discretion's deed, sound Judgment's sentence, And teach me all things—but repentance.
QUOD PETIS, HIC EST.
No plate had John and Joan to hoard,
Plain folk, in humble plight;
And that was fill'd each night ;
Along whose inner bottom sketch'd,
In pride of chubby grace,
A baby Angel's face.
John swallow'd first a moderate sup;
But Joan was not like John;
She swill’d, till all was gone.
John often urg'd her to drink fair ;
But she ne'er chang'd a jot; She lov'd to see the angel there,
And therefore drain'd the pot.
When Jobn found all remonstrance vain,
Another card he play'd ;
He got a Devil portray'd.
Joan saw the horns, Joan saw the tail,
Yet Joan as stoutly quaff’d;
She clear'd it at a draught.
John star'd, with wonder petrified;
His hair stood on his pate;
“At this enormous rate ?"
“Oh! John,” she said, "am I to blame?
“I can't in conscience stop: For sure 'twould be a burning shame,
“ To leave the Devil a drop!"
SEE! stretch'd on nature's couch of grass,
The foot-sore traveller lies !
For all his wants suffice.