A joy more deep—I do like kisses.
I hate a husband who’s uxorious;
A grocer’s son, whose dress is glorious;
Hate men in drink who get uproarious
And maids whose conduct is censorious.
I hate young folks who are precocious,
Hate parsons with a beard ferocious;
Of wine too much can no one broach us;
But too much water is atrocious!
The Court of Love, a gay and whimsical institution, doubtless originated in the contests of the Troubadours, when the poets recited for a prize the particular style of an ode called the Tenson.