EMILY And now then my clothes I will try to portray; They're made of coarse cloth and the colour is grey, My jacket and waistcoat don't fit me at all...
WILLIAM Dirty days hath September, April, June, and November; From January up to May, The rain it raineth every day; From May again until July, There...
EMILY Thus groan the old, till, by disease opprest, They taste a final woe, and then they rest. Theirs is yon House that holds the parish poor, Whose...