RHYMES FOR THE TIMES.—No. 5.
For what you see, is but the smallest part And least proportion of humanity.— Shakespeare.
My Cockybee, my Cockybee, Whose pleasant smile doth gladden me, If we your outward stature scan, Fit guide we have to th’inner man. Mark him, as he takes his stand Among the chosen of the land, His gallant and distingue air ! It does one good to see him there. My Cockybee, my Cockybee, You should no longer silent be, Don’t keep us standing in suspense, Give utt’rance to your eloquence. The fire for three months (inwards nent'l lias snuggled to obtain a -rent. Your friends are all attention, see, Why don’t you speak, my Cockybee ?
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New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 582, 1 March 1851, Page 2
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115RHYMES FOR THE TIMES.—No. 5. New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 582, 1 March 1851, Page 2
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