Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

A FEW LINES

Few roses like your cheeks are red,

Few lilies like your brow are fair;

Few vassals like your slave are led,

Few roses like your cheeks are red,

Few dangers like your frown I dread;

Few rubies to your lips compare,

Few roses like your cheeks are red,

Few lilies like your brow are fair.