Child! do not throw this book about;
Refrain from the unholy pleasure
Of cutting all the pictures out!
Preserve it as your chiefest treasure.

"He therefore was at strenuous pains
To atrophy his puny brains
And registered success in this
Beyond the dreams of avarice
Till when he had at last become
Blind, paralytic, deaf and dumb
Insensible and cretinous
He was admitted ONE OF US."

Alas! That such affected tricks
Should flourish in a child of six!

And always keep a hold of Nurse
For fear of finding something worse.

I'm tired of Love: I'm still more tired of Rhyme.
But Money gives me pleasure all the Time.