How soon some young maidens can alter their mind!
’Tis scarcely three weeks since I heard her declare,
When speaking of him who now walks by her there,
In marriage she never would give him her hand
Though rolling in gems, like a horse in the sand.
But she clings to him now, as a green, sappy vine
MAY AND DECEMBER.
Embraces the trunk of a time-honored pine;
While her looks and her manner would seem to imply