Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 21 - Mr Woolin-Wister</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mr Woolin-Wister was assistant at the store,<br>He had an air of breeding, and the kind of clothes he wore<br>Were very, very natty and exceedingly correct;<br>For every single day he was habitually decked<br>In the very latest fashion; and he had a roving eye<br>That wakened many a smile demure and many a gentle sigh.<br>For, whenever he sought to 'twit' them, then the ladies straight began:<br>'Now, Mr Woolin-Wister! Oo, you are a naughty man!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He wore a wide straw-decker with a pretty colored band;<br>His pants - the shepherd plaid ones - were the tightest in the land,<br>He wore a braided coat, with vest - in summer-time a sash -<br>And a set of heavy sideboards and a very large moustache;<br>His hair combed on his forehead in a very genteel 'slick,'<br>He made just the perfect masher with his silver-headed stick,<br>And thro' the street, when he walked out, the female titters ran:<br>'There is Mr Woolin-Wister. Oo, he is a saucy man!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His linen is immaculate. His broad stiff-bosomed shirt<br>Upheld a three-inch collar; and he was a fearful flirt.<br>For he flirted with the matrons and he flirted with the maids;<br>At conversation lollies he was boldest of the blades;<br>For the things he used to pass them at a soiree or a dance<br>Caused many a maiden blush to glow and many a downward glance;<br>Yet many a maiden giggled, as she peeped behind her fan:<br>'Fie, Mr Woolin-Wister! Oo, you are a forward man!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=357720" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When last I saw the old town I went into the store,<br>And there was Mr Woolin-Wister - still a bachelor.<br>His pate was bald, his eye was dull, his grey moustache was clipped,<br>And his general demeanour seemed considerably hipped.<br>Then a lady (rather elderly) came tripping in the shop,<br>And Mr Woolin-Wister let all other matters drop.<br>Then she gushed and then she giggled as the persiflage began:<br>'Now, Mr Woolin-Wister! Oo, you are an awful man!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a></strong></div>

solid border dashed border dotted border double border groove border ridge border inset border outset border no border blue green red purple cyan gold silver black