HERE is the Trap, from which you may not flee;
There is the Net, through which no man may see.
Some jest at "love," some talk of "chums," and then,
Into the Consommé, for thee and me!




THERE IS THE TRAP, FROM WHICH YOU MAY NOT FLEE.


HETHER to Church, or to the Magistrate,
You follow, after that, 'tis all too late!
For, from your Pipe-dream, you, at last, shall
wake,
A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate!





OVE, but the Vision of a dear desire!
Marriage, the Ashes, whence has fled the fire!
Cast into chains which you, yourself, have forged!
Caught, like a sheep upon a stray barbed wire!

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