There was a young lady of Niger
Who smiled as she rode on a Tiger;
  They came back from the ride
  With the lady inside,
And the smile on the face of the Tiger.*        *        *        *        *
There was a young maid who said, “Why
Can’t I...

Poet: Anonymous

From “An Houre’s Recreation in Musicke,” 1606

THERE is a garden in her face,
  Where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
  Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;
There cherries grow that none may buy,
Till cherry-ripe...

Poet: Anonymous