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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Makepeace Thackeray. (1811–1863) (continued)
    The play is done; the curtain drops,
  Slow falling to the prompter’s bell
A moment yet the actor stops
  And looks around to say farewell.
It is an irksome word and task:
  And when he’s laughed and said his say
He shows, as he removes the mask,
  A face that’s anything but gay.
          The End of the Play.
    Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill.
Little care we;
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany Tree.
          The Mahogany Tree.
    Werther had a love for Charlotte
  Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
  She was cutting bread and butter.
          Sorrows of Werther.
    Charlotte, having seen his body
  Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
  Went on cutting bread and butter.
          Sorrows of Werther.
    Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin
That never has known the barber’s shear,
All your wish is woman to win,
This is the way that boys begin.
  Wait till you come to Forty Year.
          The Age of Wisdom.
    Then sing as Martin Luther sang,
As Doctor Martin Luther sang,
“Who loves not wine, woman and song,
He is a fool his whole life long.”
          A Credo.