Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again.Henry Tilney, Northanger Abbey
She goes now to the sleepless couch,
and treads a delicate step.
And then shall she look all around-
A heroine in a world of men.
There is but little that is learnt,
apart from to drink from ten to ten,
and never rever those alive
until we find them in the dead.
© achillesheelpoetry, 2022