HY, if a man can thus, at ease, abide
Each evening by a different damsel's side,
Were't not a shame—were't not a shame, for him
To any one, forever to be tied?





ND so, the girls I've set my heart upon,
I've flattered, wooed a little—and anon,
Just as they thought to slip the fatal Noose
About my neck, behold—the Bird had flown!





OR this the argument that I submit—
Refute it, if you can, with all your wit!
That Luck in Love, for such as you and I,
Consists in safely keeping out of it!

. . . . . .




HIS morn, I've quaffed at least a quart or more
Of water—yet am thirsty as before;
And that dark taste still lingers in the mouth
With which, last night, I reformation swore.