Fog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day, SHAKSPEARE. IN the smoke of my dear cigarito With smiles hovers over it all. But dreaming, forgetting to cherish O wicked and false muchachito, But like my re-lit cigarito, A bitterness tinges it all. CAMILLA K. VON K. IN PRAISE OF WINE. DIOGENES, Surly and proud, Who snarled at the Macedon youth, Delighted in wine that was good, Because in good wine there was truth; But, growing as poor as Job, Unable to purchase a flask, He chose for his mansion a tub, And lived by the scent of the cask. Heraclitus ne'er would deny To tipple and cherish his heart, Though some are so foolish to think Democritus always was glad Of a bumper to cheer up his soul, And would laugh like a man that was mad, When over a good flowing bowl. As long as his cellar was stored, The liquor he'd merrily quaff; And when he was drunk as a lord, At those who were sober he 'd laugh. Copernicus, too, like the rest, Believed there was wisdom in wine, And thought that a cup of the best Made reason the better to shine. With wine he'd replenish his veins And make his philosophy reel; Then fancied the world, like his brain, Turned round like a chariot wheel. Aristotle, that master of arts, Had been but a dunce without wine; Old Plato, the learned divine, He fondly to wisdom was prone; But had it not been for good wine, His merits had never been known. By wine we are generous made, It furnishes fancy with wings; Without it, we ne'er should have had Philosophers, poets, or kings. WHY TRUTH GOES NAKED. LIST to a tale well worth the ear Of all who wit and sense admire ; Invented, it is very clear, Some ages prior to Matthew Prior. Falsehood and Truth " Through fragrant wood and verdant meadow, Invited rest beneath its shadow. The young companions fell to chatting. On this and that their tongues were running, The one is frank, the other cunning; While all around is so propitious, At this her robe she cast aside, And in the stream that ran before her Put off the robes her limbs that hamper, Expert in lies and shrewd evasions, In Falsehood's petticoat and bodice, IF YOU WANT A KISS, WHY, TAKE IT. THERE's a jolly Saxon proverb -- That is pretty much like this, — So I tell you, bashful lover, If you want a kiss, why, take it. |