“ At midnight four times in each year does her sprite,
⁠When mortals in slumber are bound,
Array'd in her bridal apparel of white,
Appear in the hall with her skeleton knight,
⁠And shrieks as he whirls her around.
While they drink out of sculls newly torn from the grave,
⁠Dancing round them pale spectres are seen;
Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave
They howl, "To the health of Alonzo the Brave,
⁠And his consort, the false Imogene."
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ On man and boy began to cut their jokes,
Th' old fellow minded nothing what they said,
But every word stuck in the young one's head,
And thus began their comment thereupon:
"Ne'er heed 'em, lad;" "Nay, father, do get on;" ”

“ Just as tho ass was passing by, pad, pad,
Cried, "O! that lazy looby of a lad,
How unconcernedly the gaping brute
Lets the poor aged fellow walk a-foot."
Down came the son, on hearing this account,
And begg'd, and pray'd, and made his father mount;
Till a third party on a farther stretch,
"See! see!" exclaim'd, "that old hard-hearted wretch!
How like a justice there he sits, or squire,
Whilo the poor lad keeps wading through the mire." ”