Take a pair of sparkling eyes.

What a pair of spectacles is here!

The waves beside them danced; but they/ Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:/ A poet could not but be gay,/ In such a jocund company.

Life is made up of interruptions.

In enterprise of martial kind / When there was any fighting, / He led his reg'ment from behind / He found it less exciting.

I'm a greenery-yallery, Grosvenor Gallery, / Foot-in-the-grave young man!