WUS, EVER WUS

US! ever wus!:—By freak of Puck's

My most exciting hopes are dash'd;

I never wore my spotless ducks

But madly—wildly!—they were

splash'd.

I never roved by Cynthia's beam,

To gaze upon the starry sky;

But some unpleasant beetle came,

And charged into my pensive eye:

And oh! I never did the swell

In Regent-street, amongst the beaus,

But smuts the most prodigious fell,

And always settled on my Nose!