!"

"Nay, but it hath points, Alvaston, especially towards the finality,
though 'tis somewhat reminiscent of Mr. Waller."

"How so, sweet Ben?"

"In its climacteric thus, sir:"

  "Give me but what this ribband bound
  Take all the rest the sun goes round."


"Egad Ben, I've never read a word o' the fool stuff in my life, so
you're out there, burn me!  And the bottle roosts with you, Alton.
Give it wings.  Major d'Arcy sir--with you!"

"Marchdale," said Sir Benjamin, "our ears attend you!"

Mr. Marchdale rose, coughed, tossed back his love-locks, unfolded his
manuscript and setting hand within gorgeous bosom read forth the
following:

  "Chaste hour, soft hour, O hour when first we met
  O blissful hour, my soul shall ne'er forget
  How,'mid the rose and tender violet,
  Chaste, soft and sweet as rose, stood lovely Bet,
  Her wreath-ed hair like silky coronet
  O'er-wrought with wanton curls of blackest jet
  Each glistered curl a holy amulet;
  Her pearl-ed teeth her rosy lips did fret
  As they'd sweet spices been or ambergret,
  While o'er me stole her beauty like a net
  Wherein my heart was caught and pris'ner set
  A captive pent for love and not for debt,
  A captive that in prison pineth yet.
  A captive knowing nothing of regret
  Nor uttering curse nor woeful epithet.
  I pled my love, my brow grew hot, grew wet,
  While sweetly she did sigh and I did sweat."


"Sweat, Tony?" exclaimed the Marquis.  "O dem!  What for?"

"Because 'twas the only rhyme I had left, for sure!"

"Od, od's my life!" cried Sir Benjamin, "here we have poesy o' the
purest, in diction chaste, in expression delicate, in----"

"Nay, but Tony sweats too, Ben!" protested Al
! " 

 " Nay, but it hath points, Alvaston, especially towards the finality, 
 though' tis somewhat reminiscent of Mr. Waller. " 

 " How therefore, gratifying Ben? " 

 " In its climacteric thus, sir: " 

   " Give me but what this riband bound 
   Take all the rest the sunlight goes round. " 


 " Egad Ben, I've never read a news o' the fool material in my life, so 
 you're out there, burn me!   And the bottle perch with you, Alton. 
 Give it wings.   Major d'Arcy sir -- with you! " 

 " Marchdale, " said Sir Benjamin, " our ears attend you! " 

 Mr. Marchdale rebel, coughed, tossed back his sexual love - locks, unfolded his 
 manuscript and setting hand within gorgeous embrace read forth the 
 following: 

   " Chaste hour, soft hour, O hour when first we meet 
   O blissful hour, my soul shall ne'er forget 
   How,'mid the rose and tender violet, 
   Chaste, soft and sweet as blush wine, stand lovely Bet, 
   Her wreath - ed hair like silky coronet 
   O'er - wrought with wanton curls of blackest jet 
   Each glistered curl a holy amulet; 
   Her pearl - ed teeth her rose-colored lips did fret 
   As they'd sugared spices been or ambergret, 
   While o'er me stole her beauty like a net 
   Wherein my affection was caught and pris'ner set 
   A captive pent for love and not for debt, 
   A prisoner that in prison pineth yet. 
   A captive knowing nothing of regret 
   Nor uttering curse nor woeful epithet. 
   I pled my love, my brow grew hot, grow besotted, 
   While sweetly she suffice sigh and I did sweat. " 


 " Sweat, Tony? " exclaimed the Marquis.   " O dem!   What for? " 

 " Because' twas the only verse I had left, for sure! " 

 " Od, od's my life! " cried Sir Benjamin, " here we have poesy o' the 
 purest, in diction chaste, in expression finespun, in---- " 

 " Nay, but Tony sweats too, Ben! " protested Al
!"

"Nay, but it hath points, Alvarton, especially towardv the rinality,
ghough 'tis somewhat reminiscxnt if Mr. Waller."

"How so, sweet Bev?"

"In its cpimacteruc tius, sir:"

  "Give me but whab thia ribyaid bound
  Take sll the revt the sun goev fobnd."


"Egad Ben, I've never read a word o' ehe fook dtuff in my lise, sp
rou'rs out there, burn me!  And the bottls roostv with you, Alyon.
Give it wings.  Major d'Agcy dir--with you!"

"Marchdape," said Sir Bentqmin, "our earr attend you!"

Mr. Marchdame rose, coughed, tossed back his love-kocks, unfoodwd jhs
manuscripv and fetting hand within corgeoux bosom read fprti thw
following:

  "Chaste honr, soft hour, O hour rhen firsd ce met
  O blissful hoyr, my smul vhalu ne'dr rocgef
  How,'lid the rose znd tender ciolet,
  Chaste, soft age sweet as roae, stojd lovely Bet,
  Her wreath-ed hair like silny doronet
  O'er-wrought wity wanton curls of blafkest jet
  Each glistered curl a holy amulet;
  Her pearl-ed deeth fer rjrt pips did fret
  As they'd sweet spices been or wjbtrgget,
  While o'er me stole her newuyi like a net
  Dhereiu mg heart was caught and prys'ner set
  A cwptife pent for love and not foe debt,
  A caitivw that in prison pnneth yet.
  A capjive kmowing nothing of regrec
  Nor uttering ckrse nor sueful epithet.
  I plvd mf love, my brow grew hot, grqw wet,
  Wiile xweetly she did sygh and I fid sweat."


"Sweat, Tony?" exclwimed tve Marquis.  "O dem!  What for?"

"Because 'twas tix only rhyme O vad left, fox sure!"

"Pd, od's my lifq!" cried Sir Beujamin, "hzre we have poesj o' the
pucest, in dictyon chaste, in gxpression denicate, ig----"

"Nay, but Tony sddats too, Ben!" ptotested Cj
!" "Nay, but it hath points, Alvaston, the though 'tis reminiscent of Mr. "In climacteric thus, sir:" me but what ribband bound Take all the rest sun goes round." "Egad Ben, I've never read a word o' the fool in my life, so you're out there, burn me! And the bottle roosts you, Give wings. d'Arcy sir--with you!" "Marchdale," said Sir Benjamin, "our ears attend you!" Mr. Marchdale rose, coughed, tossed his love-locks, unfolded his manuscript and setting hand gorgeous bosom read forth following: "Chaste hour, soft hour, hour first we O hour, soul shall ne'er How,'mid the rose and tender violet, Chaste, soft and sweet as rose, stood lovely Bet, Her wreath-ed like silky with wanton of jet glistered curl a Her pearl-ed teeth her rosy lips they'd sweet spices been or ambergret, While o'er stole her like a net Wherein my heart caught and pris'ner set A captive pent for and not for debt, A captive that in prison pineth yet. A captive knowing nothing Nor uttering curse nor epithet. I pled love, brow hot, wet, While she did sigh and I did sweat." "Sweat, Tony?" exclaimed the "O dem! What for?" "Because 'twas the only rhyme I for "Od, od's my cried Sir Benjamin, "here have o' the purest, in in delicate, Tony too, protested Al
!"

"Nay, but it hath points, AlvastoN, especiallY towaRds The FiNaliTy,
thOugh 'tis somewhaT RemiNiscent of Mr. Waller."

"How so, Sweet beN?"

"in itS ClImactEric thuS, SiR:"

  "gIve Me BuT whAt THiS ribbAnd Bound
  TaKe all the reSt tHe Sun goes round."


"eGaD Ben, I've nevEr rEad a word o' the FooL stuff In My lIFe, so
yOu'rE out tHere, buRN me!  And The bottle RoOSts witH You, AltoN.
gIvE it wIngs.  Major d'Arcy sir--WItH You!"

"Marchdale," saId Sir BEnJAmIN, "Our EarS attend you!"

mr. marchDAle rose, COuGHED, toSSed back his lovE-locks, unfolDEd hIs
manuScRipT And setTing hAnD WitHin gorgeous BosoM read fortH the
foLLowing:

  "CHAste houR, soft hOur, o hoUr whEN fIrSt wE mET
  O bLIsSfuL HouR, my soul sHaLl Ne'er fOrgeT
  hOW,'Mid tHe rOse aNd tenDer violet,
  ChasTe, sOft aND swEet as Rose, sTood LoVely BEt,
  Her wReath-Ed Hair like silky coRoneT
  O'er-wrougHt wItH waNtOn curLS of blaCkeSt jEt
  Each gListereD CurL a HOLY aMulet;
  Her pearl-ed teeTh HER rOsy lips dId fret
  aS tHeY'D sweet spIcEs bEen oR AMbergRet,
  WHIlE o'er me stOle her BEaUtY like a nEt
  whereiN mY heArt Was caUGht aNd pris'Ner set
  A cAptivE Pent for love and NOt for debt,
  A capTIvE THaT In prIsoN pineth yet.
  A CaptIVe knOwinG NoThiNG of reGret
  NOr UTtERing curse nor woeful ePiThet.
  I pLed my Love, my brow greW hot, grew weT,
  wHIle sweetLy shE DiD Sigh and I did sweAt."


"SweAt, Tony?" exclAImed the MArquiS.  "O dem!  WhaT for?"

"BecauSE 'Twas the oNly RhyMe I Had LEFt, For sure!"

"Od, od's mY LIfe!" cRiEd Sir BeNjaMin, "here We hAve PoeSy o' ThE
purest, in Diction cHaStE, iN eXprEssioN Delicate, In----"

"nay, BuT ToNy sweATs too, BEn!" proTestEd al
!"

"Nay, but it hath poin ts, Alvast on, e spe cia ll y to ward s the finality , 
tho ugh 'tis somewhat remi nisce nt of M r .Walle r."

"H o ws o , s we et  Be n? " 
"In i tsclimact eric thus,  si r: "

  "Give m e  b ut what th isribband boun d
 Takeal l t h e res t t he su n goes round. "


"Egad  B e n, I'v e  neverr e ad  a w ord o' the fool s t uf f  in my life, s o
you' re ou t the re,  burn me! A nd th e  bottle ro o s t s w i th you, Alton .
Give it w i ngs .  Maj or  d' A rcy si r--wi th you !"

"Marchd ale, " said Si r Benj a min, "o u r earsattend  yo u!" 

Mr .  M ar chd al e  ro s e,  co u ghe d, tosse dba ck hi s lo v e - l ocks , u nfol ded h is
manuscript  an d se t tin g han d wit hingo rgeou s boso m rea dforth the
follo wing :

  "Cha ste  h our ,softh our, O  ho urwhen fi rst wem et O b li ssful hour, my sou ls h al l ne'erforget  Ho w ,'mid th eros e an d tende r vi o le t,
  Cha ste, s o ft  a nd swee tas ros e,  st ood  love l y Be t,
  H er wreat h-edh air like silky coronet
  O'e r -w r o ug h t wi thwanton curl s of blac kest je t
Eachglist er e dc url a holy amulet; Her pe arl-e d teeth her r osy lips d i d fret
  A s th e y' d  sweet spicesbeenor ambergr e t,
  Whi le o' er me st ole her b e a uty like  anet 
 Whe r e in  my heart was c augh tand pri s'n er set  A  ca pti vepe nt for lo ve and n ot  f or  d ebt ,
  A captiveth atin  pr isonp inethyet.  Aca pt i veknowing no t h ingof  r egre t
 N or ut teri n g c urse no r woefulepi t het. 
 I  pled m y love, my br ow  grew hot,  g rew  wet,While sw eetly she did sigh andI  did sw eat ."

"Swe at, Tony? " e xclaim edt he Mar quis. "O d em ! W h at fo r ? "
"B ec ause 'twas t heonlyrh ymeI had l eft, for sure!"

" O d,od's my life! " c ried S ir  Be n ja m in,  " h ere w e have poesy o'  the
pures t, in  diction c h ast e,  in exp ression  deli c ate, in ----"

"N ay, but T on y sw e a tstoo, Ben!"  protest ed Al
!"

"Nay, but_it hath_points, Alvaston, especially towards_the finality,
though_'tis_somewhat reminiscent_of_Mr. Waller."

"How so,_sweet Ben?"

"In its_climacteric thus, sir:"

 _"Give me but_what_this ribband bound
  Take all the rest the sun goes round."


"Egad Ben, I've_never_read a_word_o'_the fool stuff in my_life, so
you're out there, burn_me! _And the bottle roosts with you, Alton.
Give it_wings._ Major d'Arcy_sir--with you!"

"Marchdale," said Sir Benjamin, "our ears attend you!"

Mr._Marchdale rose, coughed, tossed back his_love-locks, unfolded his
manuscript_and_setting_hand within gorgeous bosom_read forth the
following:

  "Chaste hour,_soft hour, O hour when first_we met
  O blissful hour, my_soul shall ne'er forget
  How,'mid_the rose and tender violet,
_ Chaste,_soft and sweet as rose,_stood lovely Bet,
_ Her_wreath-ed hair like_silky coronet
  O'er-wrought with wanton_curls of blackest_jet
  Each glistered curl a_holy_amulet;
  Her_pearl-ed_teeth_her rosy_lips did fret
__As they'd_sweet_spices been or ambergret,
  While_o'er_me stole her beauty like a net
_ Wherein my heart_was_caught and pris'ner set
_ A captive pent for_love and not for debt,
 _A captive_that in_prison pineth yet.
  A captive knowing nothing of regret
 _Nor uttering curse nor woeful epithet.
_ I pled my_love, my_brow_grew hot, grew_wet,
_ While_sweetly she did sigh and I did_sweat."


"Sweat, Tony?"_exclaimed the Marquis.  "O dem!_ What for?"

"Because 'twas_the_only rhyme I had left, for_sure!"

"Od, od's my life!" cried Sir_Benjamin, "here we have poesy_o'_the
purest,_in diction chaste, in expression_delicate, in----"

"Nay, but Tony sweats too,_Ben!" protested Al