like the women too (forgive my folly), | Our trifling bankruptcies in the Gazette, From the rich peasant-cheek of ruddy Our cloudy climate, and our chilly women, bronze, All these I can forgive, and those forget, And greatly venerate our recent glories, And wish they were not owing to the Tories. large black eyes that flash on you a Of rays that say a thousand things at once, Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, The rest are but a vulgar set, the bore Although I know them, really don't know Something shall leave it half an ho why. behind.) So that her female friends, with envy broiling, Beheld her airs and triumph, and all that; And well drest males still kept before her filing, chat; A stalking oracle of awful phrase, The approving "Good!" (by no means GOOD in law) Humming like flies around the newest blaze, The bluest of bluebottles you e'er saw, Teasing with blame, excruciating with praise, Gorging the little fame he gets all raw, Translating tongues he knows not even by letter, And passing bow'd and mingled with her better. One hates an author, that's all author, Oh, Mirth and Innocence! Oh, Milk a Water! fellows I've seen some balls and revels in my tim their prime, No chemistry for them unfolds her gasses, Nor deal (thank God for that!) in mathe- Lovely and pleasing, and who still mi please on, The name of this Aurora I'll not mention she was noug to me Why I thank God for that is no great matter, flatter, vention, A charming woman, whom we like to set Yet if you like to find out this fair she, |