I’m tired of Love: I’m still more… But Money gives me pleasure all t…

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in… He has a big head and a very small… But his shoulders are stark, and h… And a good little child will not p…

Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to… But Roaring Bill (who killed him)…

I said to Heart, ‘How goes it?’… ‘Right as a Ribstone Pippin!’ Bu…

Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his mind is slo… His hair is lank and made of tow. And here we have the Alpine Race:

Who caroused in the Dirt and was… His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyd… Carousing in the Dirt. He Shook him hard from Side to S… And Hit him till it Hurt,

Of three in One and One in three My narrow mind would doubting be Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness… And all at once were Juliet.

Some years ago you heard me sing My doubts on Alexander Byng. His sister Sarah now inspires My jaded Muse, my failing fires. Of Sarah Byng the tale is told

Inviting the influence of a young… You wear the morning like your dre… And are with mastery crown’d; When as you walk your loveliness Goes shining all around:

This is the laughing-eyed amongst… My lady’s month. A season of youn… She rules the light with harmony,… The year’s first green upon the be… How often, where long creepers win…

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

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.

Who was frightened by a Passing M… “Oh murder! What was that, Papa!” “My child, It was a Motor-Car, A most Ingenious Toy! Designed to Captivate and Charm

During a late election Lord Roehampton strained a vocal chord From shouting, very loud and high, To lots and lots of people why The Budget in his own opin–