Hilaire Belloc

Here lies a Dog
- may every Dog that dies Lie in security - as this Dog lies

Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His
His uncle came on Franklin
Carousing in the Dirt
He shook him hard from Side to

When you are mixed with many I descry A single light, and judge the rest thereby
But when you are alone with me, why then,
I quite forget all women and all men

Here richly, with ridiculous display,
The Politician's corpse was laid away
While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged
Another on the

When George's Grandmamma was
That George had been as good as gold,
She promised in the
To buy him an Immense

Of Courtesy, it is much
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy

I'm tired of Love:
I'm still more tired of Rhyme
But Money gives me pleasure all the time

And is it True
It is not True
And if it were it wouldn’t do,
For people such as me and

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness
And in that dreadful company
And the sad night with silent footsteps go

Lady and Queen and Mystery
And very Regent of the untroubled sky,
Whom in a dream St
Hilda did

The nicest child I ever
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue
He never lost his cap, or
His stockings or his pinafore:

My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door to us, let us come in
A score of stout fellows who think it no
If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin,