OR some I've wooed, when I felt blithe and gay,
Have looked so different, when we met next day,
That I have simply stopped to say, "So charmed!"
And shuddering, sped hurriedly away!





OOK to the Married Men! Alas, their gains
Are neither here nor there, for all their pains.
For wedding bells are rung—and loudly rung
To drown the clanking of the Marriage Chains!





MOMENT'S halt—a little word or two—
And you have done what you can ne'er undo;
Promised to pay a Woman's bills for life—
Anchored yourself—and there's an end of you!





ND we, who now make merry at the gloom
Of those who thus have gone to meet their doom—
May we, ourselves, not some day follow suit,
Ourselves to be the Butt of jests—for whom?





NDEED, 'tis better to have loved and lost—
Taken the Kiss and fled, at any cost,
Than to have loved and married, and for aye,
Thereafter, by a Woman, to be bossed.