The Humourous Poetry of the English Language

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Why thus with woe and care rent?
This is the worst that you can say,
Some wind has blown the wig away,
And left the HAIR APPARENT.
TO PROFESSOR AIREY,
On his marrying a beautiful woman.
SIDNEY SMITH
Airey alone has gained that double prize,
Which forced musicians to divide the crown;
His works have raised a mortal to the skies,
His marriage-vows have drawn a mortal down.
ON LORD DUDLEY AND WARD.
SAMUEL ROGERS
"They say Ward has no heart, but I deny it;
He has a heart--and gets his speeches by it."
EPIGRAMS OF LORD BYRON.
TO THE AUTHOR OF A SONNET BEGINNING
"'SAD IS MY VERSE,' YOU SAY, 'AND YET NO TEAR.'"
Thy verse is "sad" enough, no doubt,
A devilish deal more sad than witty!
Why should we weep, I can't find out,
Unless for THEE we weep in pity.
Yet there is one I pity more,
And much, alas! I think he needs it--