The Dance of Life A Poem, by the author of "Doctor Syntax;%" [i.e. William Combe] Illustrated with coloured engravings, by Thomas Rowlandson |
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 | CHAPTER I. INFANCY. The Dance of Life |  |
“Twenty fair summers now are o'er,
“I think, good Nurse, and somewhat more,
“Since that dear, charming Lady there,
“Who graces yonder easy chair,
“Was a sweet, lovely child like this:
“Come, let me give his cheek a kiss!
“She came to be her parent's joy,
“The lot of this fine chubby boy:
“Nor need you now, I think be told,
“The Knight was then but eight years old,
“With rosy cheeks, and looks so gay,
“And frolicsome as birds in May;
“Nay, mischief did he love, I trow,
“As well as he does virtue now.”
“I think, good Nurse, and somewhat more,
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“Who graces yonder easy chair,
“Was a sweet, lovely child like this:
“Come, let me give his cheek a kiss!
“She came to be her parent's joy,
“The lot of this fine chubby boy:
“Nor need you now, I think be told,
“The Knight was then but eight years old,
“With rosy cheeks, and looks so gay,
“And frolicsome as birds in May;
“Nay, mischief did he love, I trow,
“As well as he does virtue now.”
| CHAPTER I. INFANCY. The Dance of Life | |