And keep full six yards off from me And quick let both the sashes down, There's not a morning comes, but I From coat, necktie and gloves, the stale In spite of all my pains, I own, But, well I know, so good your hearts, You 're bound in love, in duty bound, Weigh in the scale one hair. But that we should the same from you Take patiently in turn, And only love you all the more, The more our clothes ye burn, The more of yesterday's cigar Your silks are redolent, The more reichsthaler, every year, Are in the luxus spent, The more your lips are red and swelled, The less your breath is sweet That is a creed I never held, Since first I strode the street. A schoolboy rule is tit for tat, Not fit for ladies' use, And that good sauce for gander is For though your woman's stomach 's made At the same stated hours, Yet kindly Nature has on you, And you can keep your spirits up, The whole, long twelvemonth round. Favored of heaven, ye know not what Who has not his Havana fresh, To keep him in right tune, Before and after every meal, Morning, and night, and noon; One to enable him his eyes To open to the light, And, when that 's done, another one,. And so on until night; And one while for the bed he strips, And one, when he gets in; And, if he 's restless in the night, Hurrah, then, for Havana mild! [STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, March 3, 1866.] TO AN ETHNOLOGIST. GIVE up your search; the world's tribes are but two, Cheaters and cheated; of which tribe are you? [STRUVESTRASSE, DRESDEN, January 21, 1866.] I HAD a friend, a learned friend, It was in winter, and the days Were dark and dismal, and he had no fire, Yet not the less he studied still Whether with Q or CH to spell CHOIR. And now to Q he was inclined, And now CH appeared to have more weight; But etymology the scale At last made to CH preponderate. Rejoiced, he wrote to me same night, Telling me how his doubts were at an end, And begging, if I knew myself, I'd be so kind to tell a faithful friend, What right had COLOUR to be spelled, |