NTO this pact, man glides like water flowing, But out of it is not such easy going; For they, who once were simple, guileless things, In Breach-of-Promise lore are now more knowing. |
WHAT! WOULD YOU CAST A LOVING WOMAN HENCE?
HAT! Would you cast a loving Woman hence? Thou, Fickle One, prepare for penitence! Full many a golden ducat shall you pay To drown the memory of such insolence. |
ND every note, that, in your cups, you write, In cold black Type, perchance shall see the light; While all the World, across its coffee urn, Shall titter gaily at the sorry sight. |
H yes! For all the papers, which discussed Your wedding plans, shall turn your cake to crust, Publish your letters and your photographs, And trail your Egotism in the dust! |