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THE LAWN-ADONIS.
Lawn-tennis and the Ladies—give him these:Misses, with rosebud mouths, and creamy cheeks
Spread thinly with a smile that lasts for weeks:
And leave the silken Sybarite to his ease.
No other paradise so well could please,
No other paradise the spaniel seeks;
That smirk of well-fed satisfaction speaks
A life content with what it sucks and sees.
—You sneer, Major! The sneer upon your lip'll
Only bring pouts, my gallant god of war!
What! to his ruby mouth deny the nipple,
And smirch his pearls with porter and cigar,
To whom the smell of small beer's a strong tipple
And Polson's paste a food too solid far?
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