All 's our own, to make the most of, Sweet Sing and say for, Watch and pray for, VI. Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed you VII. Be its beauty Its sole duty! VIII. Who shall wonder That I ponder IX. Scout mere liking ? Thunder-striking Earth, the heaven, we looked above for, gone ! 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? XII. Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? XIII. Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection Whence, rejection XIV. Into tinder, And so hinder XV. Your love-fancies ! -A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her ! XVI. Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose, Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, XVII. Precious metals Ape the petals,Last, some old king locks it up, morose ! XVIII. 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 ? II. And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose And over him drew her net. III. When I saw him tangled in her toils, A shame, said I, if she adds just him IV. How easy to prove to him, I said, Though she snaps at a wren instead ! So, I gave her eyes my own eyes to take, My hand sought hers as in earnest need, And round she turned for my noble sake, And gave me herself indeed. VI. The eagle am I, with my fame in the world, The wren is he, with his maiden face. -You look away and your lip is curled ? Patience, a moment's space! VII. VIII. For see, mny friend goes shaking and white ; He eyes me as the basilisk: VIII. “ Though I love her—that, he comprehends“One should master one's passions, (love, in chief) “And be loyal to one's friends!” IX. As a pear late basking over a wall ; X. 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. |