Thin cloth of dolichos supplies the shoes, In which some have to brave the frost and cold
A bride, when poor, her tender hands must use, Her dress to make, and the sharp needle hold
This man is wealthy, yet he makes his bride Collars and...
Dearest Evelyn,
I often think of
Out with the guns in the jungle
Yesterday I hittapotamusI put the measurements down for you but they got lost in the
Like some raw sophister that mounts the pulpit,
So trembles a young poet at a full pit
Unused to crowds, the parson quakes for fear,
And wonders how the devil he durst come there;
Screw the fate that makes you share a man
One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold
Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing
You try to stick to it like a fly on ricebut the...
In the first rise and infancy of farce,
When fools were many, and when plays were
The raw unpractis'd authors could, with ease,
A young and unexperienc'd audience please: