We suppose that this author has done his best to be satirical; and he may have thought that his subject would have inspired him with all that was smart and piquant: but the plain truth is that the promised champagne turns out to be vapid small beer.

Peep, peep, said Edward, I'm ready. Peep, peep, peep, said Henry, so am I.

Don’t bustle her or fuss or snatch: / A suitor looking at his watch / Is not a posture that persuades / Willing, much less reluctant maids.

College kids filled the seats, but other neighbors came to check it out, too—young couples with pierced noses and onesied infants, artists with gray hair to their waists.