You put all the music you have into your verse.

I doubt if you could even whistle 'Lillibulero,' though there's not a snub nosed urchin in his Majesty's kingdom who can't bawl it." "That may be, but I can neither whistle nor am I a snub-nosed urchin.

I apologise for my defects," retorted the poet.
A general laugh followed at this and Gay, somewhat discomfited, turned to Lavinia.
"Now, Polly, what has brought you here, child?
But looking at you I doubt if I ought to call you child.

'Tis months since I saw thee and I vow in that time you've become a young woman." "I'm very sorry, sir.

I could not help it," said Lavinia meekly.
"Help it! Faith, no! 'Tis very meritorious of you.