The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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That up and down its awkward arm doth sway,
And coolly spout, and spout, and spout away,
In one weak, washy, everlasting flood!
FROM THE FRENCH.
Of all the men one meets about,
There's none like Jack--he's everywhere:
At church--park--auction--dinner--rout--
Go when and where you will, he's there.
Try the West End, he's at your back--
Meets you, like Eurus, in the East--
You're call'd upon for "How do, Jack?"
One hundred times a-day, at least.
A friend of his one evening said,
As home he took his pensive way,
"Upon my soul, I fear Jack's dead--
I've seen him but three times to-day!"
A JOKE VERSIFIED.
"Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life,
There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake--
It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife."--
"Why, so it is, father--whose wife shall I take?"
THE SURPRISE.
Doloris, I swear, by all I ever swore,
That from this hour I shall not love thee more.--
"What! love no more? Oh! why this alter'd vow?
Because I CAN NOT love thee MORE--than NOW!"
ON ----.
Like a snuffers, this loving old dame,
By a destiny grievous enough,