Leigh Hunt wrote a nice little poem called "Jenny Kissed Me."
Here's how it goes:
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief! who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in.
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad;
Say that health and wealth have missed me;
Say I'm growing old, but add-
Jenny kissed me!
Unfortunately, this is about all people remembers him for. He was a loser --but boy, what a life of trying. Two new books document the life of the George Costanza of Romanticism.