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Meets two well-behaved young ladies

He's attractive,
Young and active -

Each a little bit afraid is.
Youth advances,

At his glances
To their danger they awaken;

They repel him
As they tell him

He is very much mistaken.
Though they speak to him politely,

Please observe they're sneering slightly,
Just to show he's acting vainly.

This is Virtue saying plainly,
"Go away, young bachelor,

We are not what you take us for!"
(When addressed impertinently,

English ladies answer gently,
"Go away, young bachelor,

We are not what you take us for!")
As he gazes,

Hat he raises,
Enters into conversation.

Makes excuses -
This produces

Interesting agitation.
He, with daring,

Undespairing,
Gives his card - his rank discloses -

Little heeding
This proceeding,

They turn up their little noses.
Pray observe this lesson vital -

When a man of rank and title
His position first discloses,

Always cock your little noses.
When at home, let all the class

Try this in the looking-glass.
(English girls of well-bred notions

Shun all unrehearsed emotions,
English girls of highest class

Practise them before the glass.)
His intentions

Then he mentions,
Something definite to go on -

Makes recitals
Of his titles,

Hints at settlements, and so on.
Smiling sweetly,

They, discreetly,
Ask for further evidences:

Thus invited,
He, delighted,

Gives the usual references.
This is business. Each is fluttered

When the offer's fairly uttered.
"Which of them has his affection?"

He declines to make selection.
Do they quarrel for his dross?

Not a bit of it - they toss!
Please observe this cogent moral -

English ladies never quarrel.
When a doubt they come across,

English ladies always toss.
Ballad: A Classical Revival

At the outset I may mention it's my sovereign intention
To revive the classic memories of Athens at its best,

For my company possesses all the necessary dresses,
And a course of quiet cramming will supply us with the rest.

We've a choir hyporchematic (that is, ballet-operatic)
Who respond to the CHOREUTAE of that cultivated age,

And our clever chorus-master, all but captious criticaster,
Would accept as the CHOREGUS of the early Attic stage.

This return to classic ages is considered in their wages,
Which are always calculated by the day or by the week -

And I'll pay 'em (if they'll back me) all in OBOLOI and DRACHMAE,
Which they'll get (if they prefer it) at the Kalends that are

Greek!
(At this juncture I may mention

That this erudition sham
Is but classical" target="_blank" title="a.经典的;传统的">classical pretension,

The result of steady "cram.":
Periphrastic methods spurning,

To my readers all discerning
I admit this show of learning

Is the fruit of steady cram."!)
In the period Socratic every dining-room was Attic

(Which suggests an architecture of a topsy-turvy kind),
There they'd satisfy their twist on a RECHERCHE cold [Greek text

which cannot be reproduced],
Which is what they called their lunch - and so may you, if you're

inclined.
As they gradually got on, they'd [Greek text which cannot be

reproduced]
(Which is Attic for a steady and a conscientious drink).

But they mixed their wine with water - which I'm sure they didn't
oughter -

And we Anglo-Saxons know a trick worth two of that, I think!
Then came rather risky dances (under certain circumstances)

Which would shock that worthy gentleman, the Licenser of Plays,
Corybantian maniAC kick - Dionysiac or Bacchic -

And the Dithyrambic revels of those indecorous days.
(And perhaps I'd better mention

Lest alarming you I am,
That it isn't our intention

To perform a Dithyramb -
It displays a lot of stocking,

Which is always very shocking,
And of course I'm only mocking

At the prevalence of "cram.")
Yes, on reconsideration, there are customs of that nation

Which are not in strictaccordance with the habits of our day,
And when I come to codify, their rules I mean to modify,

Or Mrs. Grundy, p'r'aps, may have a word or two to say:
For they hadn't macintoshes or umbrellas or goloshes -

And a shower with their dresses must have played the very deuce,
And it must have been unpleasing when they caught a fit of

sneezing,
For, it seems, of pocket-handkerchiefs they didn't know the use.

They wore little underclothing - scarcely anything - or no-thing -
And their dress of Coan silk was quite transparent in design -

Well, in fact, in summer weather, something like the "altogether."
And it's THERE, I rather fancy, I shall have to draw the line!

(And again I wish to mention
That this erudition sham

Is but classical" target="_blank" title="a.经典的;传统的">classical pretension,
The result of steady "cram."

Yet my classic love aggressive,
If you'll pardon the possessive,

Is exceedingly impressive
When you're passing an exam.)

Ballad: The Practical Joker
Oh what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes!

What keen enjoyment springs
From cheap and simple things!

What deep delight from sources trite inventive humour coaxes,
That pain and trouble brew

For every one but you!
Gunpowder placed inside its waist improves a mild Havanah,

Its unexpected flash
Burns eyebrows and moustache;

When people dine no kind of wine beats ipecacuanha,
But common sense suggests

You keep it for your guests -
Then naught annoys the organ boys like throwing red-hot coppers,

And much amusement bides
In common butter-slides.

And stringy snares across the stairs cause unexpected croppers.
Coal scuttles, recollect,

Produce the same effect.
A man possessed

Of common sense
Need not invest

At great expense -
It does not call

For pocket deep,
These jokes are all

Extremely cheap.
If you commence with eighteenpence (it's all you'll have to pay),

You may command a pleasant and a most instructive day.
A good spring gun breeds endless fun, and makes men jump like

rockets,
And turnip-heads on posts

Make very decent ghosts:
Then hornets sting like anything, when placed in waist-coat pockets

-
Burnt cork and walnut juice

Are not without their use.
No fun compares with easy chairs whose seats are stuffed with

needles -
Live shrimps their patience tax

When put down people's backs -
Surprising, too, what one can do with fifty fat black beedles -

And treacle on a chair
Will make a Quaker swear!

Then sharp tin tacks
And pocket squirts -

And cobblers' wax
For ladies' skirts -

And slimy slugs
On bedroom floors -

And water jugs
On open doors -

Prepared with these cheap properties, amusing tricks to play,
Upon a friend a man may spend a most delightful day!

Ballad: The National Anthem
A monarch is pestered with cares,

Though, no doubt, he can often trepan them;
But one comes in a shape he can never escape -

The implacable National Anthem!
Though for quiet and rest he may yearn,

It pursues him at every turn -
No chance of forsaking

Its ROCOCO numbers;
They haunt him when waking -

They poison his slumbers -
Like the Banbury Lady, whom every one knows,

He's cursed with its music wherever he goes!
Though its words but imperfectly rhyme,

And the devil himself couldn't scan them;
With composurepolite he endures day and night



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