Forever; ’t is a single word! Our rude forefathers deemed it two: Can you imagine so absurd A view? - Charles Stuart Calverley

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

I have a liking old
For thee, though manifold
Stories, I know, are told
Not to thy credit;
How one (or two at most)
Drops make a cat a ghost—
Useless, except to roast—
Doctors have said it:<p>How they who use fusees
All grow by slow degrees
Brainless as chimpanzees,
Meagre as lizards;
Go mad, and beat their wives;
Plunge (after shocking lives)
Razors and carving knives
Into their gizzards.

The farmer’s daughter hath soft brown hair (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese)
And I met with a ballad, I can’t say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these.