And Venus smiled propitious?
Alas! that beaus will lose their spring,
And wayward belles refuse to 'ring,'
Unstruck by Cupid's dart!
Alas that—must the truth be told—
Yet oft'ner has the archer sold
The 'white and red,' to touch the 'gold,'
And Diamonds trump'd the Heart!
That luckless heart! too soon misplaced!—
Why is it that parental taste