1.
A worthless thing is song, I trow,
From out the heart which does not flow;
But song from out no heart will flow
Which does not feel of love the glow.
2.
Though pedants have essayed to hammer
Into our heads the points of grammar;
We're oft obliged to set at nought
The different force of _should_ and _ought_;
And oft are sorely puzzled whether
We should make use of _both_ or _either_.
3.
When of yourself you have cause to speak
Always make yourself broad and tall;
Envy attacks you if you are great,
But thorough contempt attends the small.
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LONDON:
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
_Edition limited to Thirty Copies_.