I can't say if my spirit retains--for the subject appears to me misty--any
tie
To such associations as Poesy weaves round the records of Christianity.
There are bards--I may be one myself--who delight in their skill to unlock
a lip's
Rosy secrets by kisses and whispers of texts from the charming Apocalypse.
It was thus that I won, by such biblical pills of poetical manna,
From two elders--Sir Seth and Lord Isaac--the liking of Lady Susanna.
But I left her--a woman to me is no more than a match, sir, at tennis is--
When I heard she'd gone off with my valet, and burnt my rhymed version
of Genesis.
You may see by my shortness of speech that my time's almost up: I perceive
That my new-fangled brevity strikes you: but don't--though the public
will--grieve.
As it's sometimes my whim to be vulgar, it's sometimes my whim to be brief;
As when once I observed, after Heine, that "she was a harlot, and I" (which
is true) "was a thief."
(Though you hardly should cite this particular line, by the way, as an
instance of absolute brevity:
I'm aware, man, of that; so you needn't disgrace yourself, sir, by such
grossly mistimed and impertinent levity.
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