and plays in a thousand pretty courtesies:—
"Fair fall thy soft heart!
A good work wilt thou do?
O, pray for the dead
Whom thine eyelashes slew!"
And what a nest has he found for his bonny bird to take up her abode in!—
"They strew in the path of kings and czars
Jewels and gems of price:
But for thy head I will pluck down stars,
And pave thy way with eyes.