“There was a Love went after a Heart,
Haughty and fine and fleet,
Till it chanced a little Cur-Love took part,
That hadn’t been at the meet.
And the Proud Love bowed in a cold despite,
And out of the running stept;
And said—‘It’s very bad form to fight.
J’accepte!’
But the little Cur-Love made shift to pass,
For it cared too much for pride,