7 As with grief to be taken aback, That same little Cherub that sits up aloft, Will look out a good birth for Poor Jack.
IF I SHOULD GET LAUGHING AT THAT. In the days of my childhood I sported and play'd Among the young lasses around, I was fond then of laughing my grandmother said, None merrier ever was found; To fill up the moments with joy and delight, I scarcely kn what to be at; For whatever was pleasing that came to my sight, O I could not help laughing at that. Still the humour prevails though maturer l'm grown, I'm happy to smile time away, And the frolics of fancy I still call my own, And I pleasantly spin out the day; Let the dull of the splenetic censure or chide, At my innocent freedom and chat, O I'd tire to hear then nonsensical pride, For I cannot help laughing at that.
