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Great, or good, or kind, or fair,
For if she be not for me,
Cupid and my Campaspe played
DEATH AND CUPID.
LOVE in my bosom, like a bee,
Doth suck his sweet; Now with his wings he plays with me,
Now with his feet ; Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast, My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest :
Ah! wanton, will ye ?
Ah! who but oft hath marveled why
The gods, who rule above, Should e'er permit the young to die,
The old to fall in love?
Ah ! why should hapless human kind
Be punished out of season ? Pray listen, and perhaps you ’ll find
My rhyme may give the reason.
And if I sleep, then percheth he
With pretty flight,
The livelong night;
Whist! wanton, still you !
Death, strolling out one summer's day,
Met Cupid, with his sparrows; And, bantering in a merry way,
Proposed a change of arrows.
Agreed ! ” quoth Cupid.
"I foresee The queerest game of errors ; For you the King of Hearts will be,
And I'll be King of Terrors !”
Else I with roses every day
Will whip you hence,
For your offense ;
And so 't was done ; alas, the day
That multiplied their arts !
Each from the other hore away
A portion of his darts.
And that explains the reason why,
Despite the gods above, The young are often doomed to die,
The old to fall in love!
Inhale its delicate expressions
JOHN GODFREY SAXE.
LET NOT WOMAN E'ER COMPLAIN.
LET not woman e'er complain
Of inconstancy in love ;
Fickle man is apt to rove ;
Man should then a monster prove ?
Then, after we have kissed its wit,
all of lily and rose,
THE GROOMSMAN TO HIS MISTRESS.
Mark the winds, and mark the skies ; Ocean's ebb and ocean's flow
i Sun and moon but set to rise,
Round and round the seasons go.
You can be no more, you know.
EVERY wedding, says the proverb,
Makes another, soon or late; Never yet was any marriage
Entered in the book of fate, But the names were also written
Of the patient pair that wait.
LOVE-LETTERS MADE OF FLOWERS.
Blessings then upon the morning
When my friend, with fondest look, By the solemn rites' permission,
To himself his mistress took, And the destinies recorded
Other two within their book.
While the priest fulfilled his office,
Still the ground the lovers eyer, And the parents and the kinsmen
Aimed their glances at the bride ; But the groomsmen eyed the virgins
Who were waiting at her side.
An exquisite invention this,
Three there were that stood beside her ;
One was dark, and one was fair; But nor fair nor dark the other,
Save her Arab eyes and hair ; Neither dark nor fair I call her,
Yet she was the fairest there.
While her groomsman
shall I own it? Yes, to thee, and only thee Gazed upon this dark-eyed maiden
Who was fairest of the three, Thus he thought: “How blest the bridal
Where the bride were such as she !"