For verily, O my daughter, the world is a masquerade,
And God made thee one thing, that thou mightest make thyself another.
A maiden’s heart is as champagne, ever aspiring and struggling upward,
And it needed that its motions be checked by the silvered cork of Propriety;
He that can afford the price, his be the precious treasure;
Let him drink deeply of its sweetness, nor grumble if it tasteth of the cork.
Charles Stuart Calverley.
PEACE: A Study
HE stood, a worn-out City clerk—
Who’d toil’d, and seen no holiday,