That made Gosh what it was . . . and he'd ask the police
To remove that small boy while they heard the next piece.
THE SECOND RHYME OF SYM
"Now come," said the Devil, he said to me,
With his swart face all a-grin,
"This day, ere ever the clock strikes three,
Shall you sin your darling sin.
For I've wagered a crown with Beelzebub,
Down there at the Gentlemen's Brimstone Club,
I shall tempt you once, I shall tempt you twice.
Yet thrice shall you fall ere I tempt you thrice."
"Begone, base Devil!" I made reply—
"Begone with your fiendish grin!
How hope you to profit by such as I?
For I have no darling sin.
But many there be, and I know them well.
All foul with sinning and ripe for Hell.
And I name no names, but the whole world knows
That I am never of such as those."
