Is red: he lives. What is it that you feel?
C. Oh, my dear friend! let us from man retreat, 430
Or never trust him if we chance to meet—
The fickle wretch! that from our presence flies
To any flirt that any place supplies,
And laughs at vows!—but see the Letter!—here—
“Married at Guernsey!!!”—Oh! the Villain, dear!
LINES IN LAURA’S ALBUM.
(These lines, were written at the desire of a young lady, who requested some verses on a cameo in her possession.)
See with what ease the child-like god