Classic Poem

Danced forty times? We know full well
That earthly balls are not eternal:
Still oftener perhaps in hell
You'll whirl away in a waltz infernal.

Another

Danced forty times? What ne'er give o'er
But keep possession of the floor,
The silly wall-flowers round you pining,—
Rejected swains for envy whining!—

Perpetual motion's quite entrancing
With angel partners bright and clever
But sure with thee a whole nights dancing
Would make the wretch lie still for ever.

Danced forty times? Is Plymouth town
Disfurnished then of bonny lasses?
Danced forty times? Is Plymouth town
Become a wilderness of asses?