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How is it, Umpire? Though the motto's
"Cœlum non animum"—is, I take it, true.
"Souvent femme varie,” as a rule, is truer ;
Flattered, I'm sure, but both of you romance. Happy to further suit of either wooer, Merely observing-you haven't got a chance.
Yes. But the Pipe
The Pipe is what we care for,
Well, in this case, I scarcely need explain, Judgment of mine were indiscreet, and there
Peace to you both. The Pipe I shall retain.
IF I were you, when ladies at the play, sir, Beckon and nod, a melodrama through, I would not turn abstractedly away, sir, If I were you!
If I were you, when persons I affected,
Wait for three hours to take me down to Kew
I would, at least, pretend I recollected,
If I were you, when ladies are so lavish,
Sir, as to keep me every waltz but two,
I would not dance with odious Miss M'Tavish, If I were you!
If I were you, who vow you cannot suffer
If I were you, I would not, sir, be bitter,
No, I should doubtless find flirtation fitter,
Hot as Othello, and as black of hue;
Borrow my fan. I would not look so frightful,
If I were you!
Why, Frank, you're
“It is the cause." I mean your chaperon is Bringing some well-curled juvenile. Adieu! I shall retire. I'd spare that poor Adonis,
If I were you!
Go, if you will. At once! And by express, sir Where shall it be? To China-or Peru? Go. I should leave inquirers my address, sir, If I were you!
No, I remain. To stay and fight a duel