TO HARRIET B. "Lady, as you are mine, 1 am yours; I give away myself for you, And doat upon the exchange." "Look what will serve is fit-say once thou lov'st, You ask me-How true to my vow will I prove- When the beams cease to shine of the radiant sunWhen the sand in Time's glass discontinues to runWhen the moon shall neglect wandering lovers to cheer, I'll then break the vows I have made to my dear. When roses no longer in summer shall blow- Till changes so sudden as these be decreed, I'll love with a fervour thou can'st not exceed. When the glad smile of beauty with coldness I greet- So long as the needle possesses the charm The sailor to guard against shipwreck and storm— And if you'll halve a heart that I know is sincere, sleeping partners" in chattels like these, "I, M take thee N * Vide marriage ceremony. COMME IL FAUT "Oh, I love an easie woman, there's such ado to crack a thick-shell'd mistress; we break our teeth, and find no kernel." "Vows of virginity should well be weigh'd, For oft they're caneell'd, tho' in convents made." I LEAVE you then," young Colin said, "I care not," sobb'd the weeping maid, It happen'd now, young Colin soon, A prudent, tho' less ardent swain, And chang'd to smiles her crying. Thus all were pleas'd—he got a belle, The maiden got a beau, And this is, as it ended well, What I call-Comme il faut. LINES Written on Valentine's Day, and left upon a Young Lady's Easel, who had been painting her own Portrait. TO MISS "A woman! yet an angel too~ Not a spirit, but palpably in flesh." "Not Hester's self, whose charms the Hebrews sing, Ere look'd so lovely on her Persian king." SWEET limner, why essay to give, In art's imperfect guise, The mirror of those spells that live Within thy magic eyes? Dost think this polish'd tablet, where Thy proxy loves are given, Can in its rivalry compare With what's design'd in heaven? Can skill to fiction's child impart The loveliness of youth; |