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All 's our own, to make the most of, Sweet
Sing and say for,
Watch and pray for,
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there :
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
As-why must one, for the love foregone,
Scout mere liking ?
Why, with beauty, needs there money be,
Love with liking ?
Crush the fly-king
May not liking be so simple-sweet,
If love grew there
'T would undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet?
Is the creature too imperfect, say?
mend it And so end it ? Since not all addition perfects aye!
Or is it of its kind, perhaps,
Shall we burn up, tread that face at once
And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once?
Or else kiss away one's soul on her?
Your love-fancies !
-A sick man sees
Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose, –
Plucks a mould-flower
For his gold flower,
Rosy rubies make its cup more rose,
Ape the petals Last, some old king locks it up, morose !
Then how grace a rose? I know a way!
Leave it, rather.
Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it-at last, throw away!
A LIGHT WOMAN,
So far as our story approaches the end,
Which do you pity the most of us three My friend, or the mistress of my friend
With her wanton eyes, or me?
My friend was already too good to lose,
And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting.noose
And over him drew her net.
When I saw him tangled in her toils,
A shame, said I, if she adds just him To her nine-and-ninety other spoils,
The hundredth for a whim !
And before my friend be wholly hers,
How easy to prove to him, I said, An eagle 's the game her pride prefers,
Though she snaps at a wren instead !
My hand sought hers as in earnest need,
And gave me herself indeed.
The eagle am I, with my fame in the world,
The wren is he, with his maiden face.
Patience, a moment's space!
For see, iny friend goes shaking and white ;
He eyes me as the basilisk:
Eclipsing his sun's disk.
And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief:
“Though I love her--that, he comprehends“One should master one's passions, (love, in chief)
“ And be loyal to one's friends!”
And she, she lies in my hand as tame
As a pear late basking over a wall ;
'T is mine, --can I let it fall ?
With no mind to eat it, that 's the worst !
Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? 'T was quenching a dozen blue-flies' thirst
When I gave its stalk a twist.