The boy, a bare-legged beggarly son of a gun.

And all to leave, what with this toil he won, / To that unfeathered, two-legged thing, a son.

And Zilpah Leah's maid bare Jacob a son.

Eugene Aram, though a thief, a liar, and a murderer, / Yet, being intellectual, was amongst the noblest of mankind.

I must mention again it was gorgeous weather, / Rhymes are so scarce in this world of ours.

Life is with such all beer and skittles; / They are not difficult to please / About their victuals.