To Attempt To Advise Conceited

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

Oh, If It Be To Choose And Call Thee Mine, Love, Thou Art Every Day My Valentine!

When Eve Upon The First Of Men The Apple Press'd With Specious Cant, Oh! What A Thousand Pities Then That Adam Was Not Adamant!

Some Sigh For This And That; My Wishes Don't Go Far; The World May Wag At Will, So I Have My Cigar.

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.