Which I wish to remark,--
And my language is plain,--
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar.
Ah Sin was his name.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
We are ruined by Chinese cheap labor.
He smiled a kind of sickly smile and curled up on the floor
And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more.
With unpronounceable awful names.
For there be women, fair as she,
Whose verbs and nouns do more agree.
A bird in the hand is a certainty, but a bird in the bush may sing.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
One big vice in a man is apt to keep out a great many smaller ones.
Dame Nature gave him comeliness and health, And Fortune (for a passport) gave him wealth.