say I’m a snob, dear Eliza!
are nodding your head, I can see) –
wasn’t it lucky Miss Austen
give Mr. Darcy to me!
if I am truthful I have to declare,
would have proved an impossible pair!”
all have our faults, dearest Emma,
have this compulsion to tease;
put Mr. Knightley at ease! –
mud-laden petticoats trailed through the hall!
Your dear papa would have hated
have to admit, sweetest Lizzie,
papa might have found you a trial,
if I’d caught sight of your mother,
have run the proverbial mile!
pity my dear, but the longer one looks,
seems we are better in separate books.”
yet how diverting, dear Emma,
break all the literary laws;
then I could move Lady Catherine
book, and put her in yours!
you dear to follow a similar line,
doubt Mrs. Elton would turn up in mine!”