ADVICE TO A GIRL FROM THE WARS
WEEP for me but one day,
Dry then your eyes;
Think, is a heap of clay
Worth a maid’s sighs?
Sigh nine days if you can
For my waste blood;
Think then, you love a man
Whose face is mud;
Whose flesh and hair thrill not
At your faint touch;
Dear! limbs and brain will rot,
Dream not of such.