"Sol's rays raise thyme, time raises all, And through the whole holes wears. A scribe in writing right may write To write and still be wrong; For write and rite are neither right, And don't to right belong.
"Robertson is not Robert's son, Nor did he rob Burt's son, Yet Robert's sun is Robin's sun, And everybody's sun.
"Beer often brings a bier to man, Coughing a coffin brings, And too much ale will make us ail, As well as other things.
"The person lies who says he lies When he is not reclining; And when consumptive folks decline, They all decline declining.
"Quails do not quail before a storm. A bow will bow before it; We cannot rein the rain at all, No earthly power reigns o'er it.
"The dyer dyes awhile, then dies-- To dye he's always trying; Until upon his dying bed He thinks no more of dyeing.
"A son of Mars mars many a son, All Deys must have their days; And every knight should pray each night To him who weighs his ways.
"'Tis meet that man should mete out meat To feed one's fortune's sun; The fair should fare on love alone, Else one cannot be won.
"Alas, a lass is sometimes false; Of faults a maid is made; Her waist is but a barren waste-- Though stayed she is not staid.
"The springs shoot forth each spring and shoots Shoot forward one and all; Though summer kills the flowers, it leaves The leaves to fall in fall.
"I would a story here commence, But you might think it stale; So we'll suppose that we have reached The tail end of our tale."
And here is a zoölogical romance, by C. F. Adams, inspired by an unusual flow of animal spirits:
No sweeter girl ewe ever gnu Than Betty Martin's daughter Sue.
With sable hare, small tapir waist, And lips you'd gopher miles to taste;
Bright, lambent eyes, like the gazelle, Sheep pertly brought to bear so well;
Ape pretty lass it was avowed, Of whom her marmot to be proud.
Deer girl! I loved her as my life, And vowed to heifer for my wife.
Alas! A sailor on the sly, Had cast on her his wether eye.
He said my love for her was bosh, And my affection I musquash.
He'd dog her footsteps everywhere, Anteater in the easy-chair;
He'd setter round, this sailor chap, And pointer out upon the map
Where once a pirate cruiser boar Him captive to a foreign shore.