Observances of a dead Puritanism
Short of flat felony
In which the passions roused
On the altar of the Rights of Man.
Ouffice it to say
That military operations
Kill as many of one another as possible.
Sitting up all night waiting for news
Like all the others in the room
There are no hats or coats on them.
She is a wild, timid looking creature
Which disturbs Mrs. Dudgeon
Why don't you open the door?