The Scorpion is as black as soot, He dearly loves to bite; He is a most unpleasant brute To find in bed at night.

He lost his money first of all And losing that is half the story– And later on he tried a fall With fate, in things less transito… He lost his heart—and found it dea…

Wherever the Catholic sun doth sh… There’s always laughter and good r… At least I’ve always found it so. Benedicamus Domino!

A face Sir Joshua might have pain… Sir Joshua painted anything for p… And after all you’re painted every…

The soldier month, the bulwark of… That never more shall hear such vi… He stands apparent with his heaven… And helmeted of grand Etruscan go… Our harvest is the bounty he has w…

I, from a window where the Meuse… Looked eastward out to the Septem… The men that in the hopeless battl… Rose, and deployed, and stationed… A brumal army, vague and ordered l…

Pale Ebenezer thought it wrong to… But Roaring Bill (who killed him)…

I will not try to reach again, I will not set my sail alone, To moor a boat bereft of men At Yarnton’s tiny docks of stone. But I will sit beside the fire,

Of Courtesy, it is much less Than Courage of Heart or Holines… Yet in my Walks it seems to me That the Grace of God is in Cour… On Monks I did in Storrington fa…

Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs i… And youth in Expectation. Youth i…

Who was too Freely Moved to Tear… Lord Lundy from his earliest year… Was far too freely moved to Tears… For instance if his Mother said, “Lundy! It’s time to go to Bed!”

The species Man and Marmozet Are intimately linked; The Marmozet survives as yet, But Men are all extinct.

The Vulture eats between his meal… And that’s the reason why He very, very, rarely feels As well as you and I. His eye is dull, his head is bald,

Most Holy Night, that still dost… The keys of all the doors of sleep… To me when my tired eyelids close Give thou repose. And let the far lament of them

Because my faltering feet may fail… The first descendant of the steps… Give me the Word in time that tri… I too must pass into the misty hol… Where all our living laughter stop…