A Sell

Suspense is hard to bear, just when A fellow is expecting A Valentine from Gwendolen, Excessively affecting;

Ah, here's the postman, messenger Of Cupidon; I pray He leaves a letter; it's from her No small amount I'll lay.

Though somewhat changed in each gay quirl, I'm sure that I can tell The dainty pot-hooks of the girl Who round me casts her spell.

I open it with eager haste, Oh! Thunder, it's a bill!! Go Joy, and feel thyself disgraced; Come, Sorrow, sup thy fill.