This from Dottie Parker, bless her bones: "They Part" "And if, my friend, you'd have it end/There's naught to hear or tell. But need you try to black my eye/ in wishing me farewell?

Though I adit an edge'd wit/ In woe is warranted, May I be frank?...Such words as "____"/Are better left unsaid.

There's rosemary for you and me;But is it usual, dear, To hire a man, and fill a van/By way of souvenier?