enough--"Quis...gracilis te puer...urget?".]

Tee hee! I must laugh when I think of his finish,
Not wise to your ways and your rep.
Ha! ha! how his fancy for you will diminish!
I know, for I'm Jonathan Hep.



Jealousy

AD LYDIAM

Horace: Book I., Ode 13.

_"Quem tu, Lydia, Telephi
Cervicem roseam, cerea Telephi--"_


What time thou yearnest for the arms
Of Telephus, I fain would twist 'em;
When thou dost praise his other charms
It just upsets my well-known system;
My brain is like a three-ring circus,
In short, it gets my _capra hircus_.

My reason reels, my cheeks grow pale,
My heart becomes unduly spiteful,
My verses in the _Evening Mail_
Are far from snappy and delightful.