Maxioms by Richard Harris Barham
I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.
I was between
A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,
A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen.
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.
'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.
