Cease, ye Etonians! and no more </br> With rival wits contend: </br> Feathers, we know, will float in air, </br> And bubbles will ascend. - Theodore Hook

An arch wag has declar'd, that he truly can say </br> Why the Prince did not lay the first stone t'other day: </br> The Restrictions prevented — the reason is clear; </br> The Regent can't meddle in making a pier.

This pair in matrimony </br> Go most unequal snacks: </br> He gets all the Honey, </br> And she gets all the whacks.

It seems as if Nature had curiously plann'd </br> That men's names with their trades should agree; </br> There's Twining the Tea-man, who lives in the Strand, </br> Would be whining, if robb'd of his T.