Chapter 48 ON SEEING VERSES WRITTEN UPON WINDOWS AT INNS

The sage, who said he should be proud

Of windows in his breast,[1]

Because he ne'er a thought allow'd

That might not be confest;

His window scrawl'd by every rake,

His breast again would cover,

And fairly bid the devil take

The diamond and the lover.

[Footnote 1: See on this "Notes and Queries," 10th S., xii, 497.-W. E. B.]