Maxioms by Richard Harris Barham
'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
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'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast;
It's that confounded cucumber
I've ate and can't digest.
Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing.
So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.
Thrice happy's the wooing that's not long adoing.
So much time is saved in the billing and cooing.
He was such a dear little cock-tailed pup.
He was such a dear little cock-tailed pup.
In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick,
So they call him for short, is a regular brick;
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In brief, I don't stick to declare, Father Dick,
So they call him for short, is a regular brick;
A metaphor taken--I have not the page aright--
From an ethical work by the Stagyrite.
