Love to ruin.
Nay, I repent it.
Reap sad toils.
Violence run forth.
Best in prayer.
Dead respire again.
A selection of anagrams from Literary frivolities, fancies, follies and frolics (1880)
As I walked by myself I talked to myself,
And thus myself said to me,
Look to thyself and take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.
So I turned to myself, and I answered myself,
In the self-same reverie,
Look to myself or look not to myself,
The self-same thing will it be.
This bit of nonsense was published in The Real Mother Goose (1916), a well-known collection of fairy tales and nursery rhymes, but appears to have an older and slightly more sinister provenance: the gravestone of a man buried in Homersfield, Suffolk, in 1810.