Horace Smith and James Smith

Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!

Midnight, yet not a nose
From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored!

The three black graces, Law, Physic, and Divinity.

The three black graces, Law, Physic, and Divinity.

Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work!
God bless the Regent, and the Duke of York.

Hail, glorious edifice, stupendous work!
God bless the Regent, and the Duke of York.

I saw them go; one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes read more

I saw them go; one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes were on their feet.

The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge
By woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize
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The apples that grew on the fruit-tree of knowledge
By woman were pluck'd, and she still wears the prize
To tempt us in theatre, senate, or college--
I mean the love-apples that bloom in the eyes.
- Horace Smith and James Smith,