On a Certain Vallius

When next you’re in print, Ned, for money or fame, Be advis’d by a friend, let the work want your name: For whoever in that should unluckily look, And remembers your last, will ne’er open the book.

Леди Фáнтом с огромным талантом Завязала змеёныша бантом. «Не волнуйся, дитя, Развернёшься шутя,…

A viper bit a Cappadocian’s hide; But’t was the viper, not the man, that died.

Here lies my gude and gracious Auntie, Whom Death has packed in his portmanty.

THEY shot him dead at the Nine-Stone Rig, Beside the Headless Cross, And they left him lying in his blood, Upon the moor and moss.* * * * *They made a bier of the broken bough,…

All under the leaves, the leaves of life, I met with the virgins seven, And one of them was Mary mild, Our Lord’s mother from Heaven.O what are you seeking, you seven fair maids,…

What lies here? I, Johnny Dow. Hoo! Johnny is that you? Ay, man, but I’m dead now.

A certain young lady named Hannah Was caught in a flood in Montannah. As she floated away Her beau, so they say,…