Learn hence each nymph, whose free aspiring mind Europe's cold laws, and colder customs bind; O! learn what Nature's genial laws decree!

No, my lord; O, Sir Richard took it from me with his own hand, O! FAU.

But O! my pipe, how sweet thou wert to

"O! save my son."

O! little shining spring of woman that is called Jenny, a great man must draw up through you the unfathomed, deep strengths of the old world.

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Merrily, O! Through this world of care we go.

Or (for vividness) this, from Antony and Cleopatra, when Cleopatra cries out and faints over Antony's body: O! withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fall'n: young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon ... "Madam!

Twas this that gained the day, For that leg it cleared the way And the battle raged like fury while it lasted O!

"O! learn from him to station quick eyed Prudence at the helm.

"O! the humiliation to which vice reduces us.

"Whither, O! whither shall I fly?

"O! that he were more prudent!"Farnum cor.

O! you monster!

I could swallow a butt, and then walk a plank as narrow as your religion, Philip-o!"

" "Yet I've a longing for them 'ere sequins, to tell you the truth, Philip-o!

O! gentle Cambridge! sadly say, Why fates are so unkind To snatch thy giant sons away, Whilst pigmies stay behind? 6.

O! 'neath an old unfriendly roof, What shapes may not conceal Their faces in the open day, At night abroad to steal?

Thy manual sign he refuses to put To the airs I produce from the pen, or the gut: Be thou then propitious, great Phoebus, and grant Belief, or reward to my merit, or want, Tho' the Dean and Delany transcendently shine, O! brighten one solo, or sonnet of mine, Make one work immortal, 'tis all I request; Apollo look'd pleas'd, and resolving to jest, RepliedHonest friend, I've consider'd your case.

"O! Tom!" said he, but there came no answering motion, and going nearer he called again and still no answer and no sign.

Miss COLUMBIA and her "Ma" have a fancy that Pap-pa, At raising "worsted-stuffs" has been too handy, O! Fifty per cent.

Yankee doodle, Yankee doodle, dandy O!

! Common sense is safe commander, and we need not raise our dander At the Tariff tricks of Yankee doodle dandy, O!

Yankee doodle dandy, O!

Thy tyranny, Together working with thy jealousies, Fancies too weak for boys, too green and idle For girls of nine, O! think what they have done, And then run mad indeed, stark mad; for all Thy by-gone fooleries were but spices of it.