Glorious the northern lights astream

Too hard for any frog's digestion, To have his froghood call'd in question!

Behind him came Health from her cottage of thatch, Where never physician had lifted the latch.

Night with all her negro train, Took possession of the plain; In an hearse she rode reclin'd. Drawn by screech-owls slow and blind: Close to her, with printless feet, Crept Stillness in a winding sheet.

Well of all dogs it stands confess'd, Your English bull dogs are the best.

Thus when a barber and collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier—white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber—black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o’erspread, And beats …

Ma'm, architecture you're not skill'd in, I don't approve your way of building; In this there's nothing like design, Pray learn the use of Gunter's line.