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Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes, / Nibble their toast, and cool their tea with sighs, / Or else forget the purpose of the night, / Forget their tea -- forget their appetite.
See with cross'd arms they sit -- ah! happy crew, / The fire is going out and no one rings / For coals, and therefore no coals Betty brings.
A fly is in the milk-pot -- must he die / By a humane society?
No, no; there Mr. Werter takes his spoon, / Inserts it, dips the handle, and lo! soon / The little straggler, sav'd from perils dark, / Across the teaboard draws a long wet mark.
Arise! take snuffers by the handle, / There's a large cauliflower in each candle.
A winding-sheet, ah me! I must away / To No. 7, just beyond the circus gay.
"Alas, my friend! your coat sits very well; / Where may your Taylor live? " "I may not tell.
O pardon me -- I'm absent now and then.
Where might my Taylor live? I say again / I cannot tell, let me no more be teaz'd --
He lives in Wapping, might live where he pleas'd.