My jolly fat host with your face a… Come, open the door to us, let us… A score of stout fellows who think… If they toast till they’re hoarse,… Hoofed it amain

This diamond, Juliet, will adorn Ephemeral beauties yet unborn. While my strong verse, for ever ne… Shall still adorn immortal you.

And is it True? It is not True. And if it were it wouldn’t do, For people such as me and you Who pretty nearly all day long Are doing something rather wrong.

The world is full of double beds And most delightful maidenheads, Which being so, there’s no excuse For sodomy of self-abuse.

When Peter Wanderwide was young He wandered everywhere he would: All that he approved was sung, And most of what he saw was good. When Peter Wanderwide was thrown

Is there any reward? I’m beginning to doubt it. I am broken and bored, Is there any reward Reassure me, Good Lord,

Rhinoceros, your hide looks all un… You do not take my fancy in the le… You have a horn where other brutes… Rhinoceros, you are an ugly beast.

Three Graces; and the mother were… But for profounder meaning in her…

Who was cursed with the Sin of Pr… Godolphin Horne was Nobly Born; He held the Human Race in Scorn, And lived with all his Sisters wh… His father lived, in Berkeley Squ…

Sally is gone that was so kindly, Sally is gone from Ha’nacker Hill And the Briar grows ever since th… And ever since then the clapper is… And the sweeps have fallen from H…

Of Courtesy, it is much less Than Courage of Heart or Holines… Yet in my Walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in Cour… On Monks I did in Storrington fa…

The Kings come riding back from t… The purple Kings and all their mo… They fill the street with clamorou… The Kings have broken down the Sa… Singing a great song of the easter…

Pelagius lived at Kardanoel And taught a doctrine there How, whether you went to heaven or… It was your own affair. It had nothing to do with the Chu…

Matilda told such Dreadful Lies, It made one Gasp and Stretch one’… Her Aunt, who, from her Earliest… Had kept a Strict Regard for Tru… Attempted to Believe Matilda:

Most Holy Night, that still dost… The keys of all the doors of sleep… To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them