To hear them lisp their mother’s tongue.
And when with envy time transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys, 30
You’ll in your girls again be courted,
And I’ll go wooing in my boys.
Anon.
LXIV
A LECTURE UPON THE SHADOW.
Stand still, and I will read to thee
A lecture, Love, in love’s philosophy.
These three hours that we have spent