A loving youth, whose love is sweet,
Long as you’re false and he believes you,
Long as you trust and he deceives you,
So long the blissful bond endures;
And while he lies, his heart is yours:
But, oh! you’ve wholly lost the youth
The instant that he tells you truth!
WHAT’S MY THOUGHT LIKE?
Quest.—Why is a Pump like Viscount Castlereagh?
Answ.—Because it is a slender thing of wood,