Those teeth, as white as orient pearls
Stolen from th' Indian deep,
Those locks, whose light and auburn curls
Soft on thy shoulders sleep,
Expose a woman to the sight
None but old friends can know;
Thy locks were grey, thy teeth not white,
Some twenty years ago.
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Wilkes used to say, that a gentleman did not always require a footman
to carry a parcel, for there were three things which he might always
carry openly in his hand,--a book, a paper of snuff, and a string of
fish.
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