Words given — Verse — Sorrow — Hearse — Purse — Morrow .

Why d'you ask me to scribble in verse
When my heart's full of trouble and sorrow?
The cause I will briefly rehearse,
I'm in debt, with a sad empty purse,
And the bailiffs will seize me to-morrow.
C.A.

I've said it in prose, and I'll say it in verse,
That riches bring comfort and poverty sorrow,
That it's better to ride in a coach than a hearse,
That it's better to fill than to empty your purse,
And to feast well to-day than to fast till to-morrow.
C.A.
To mutton I am not averse,
But veal I eat with sorrow,
So from my cradle to my hearse
For calves I'd never draw my purse,
For lambs I would to-morrow. G.K.
I hate your French tragedies written in verse,
They fill me with laughter, not sorrow;
What Racine has written, let Talma rehearse,
The notions I've formed he would never disperse,
Though he laboured from now till to-morrow.
G.K.