Those lips may err—they often do;
But why should that surprise?
My love has nothing of the Blue
About her but her eyes.
From A Town Garland. By Henry S. Leigh. (Chatto and Windus. London, 1878.)
——:o:——
PHILLIS IS MY ONLY JOY.
Phillis is my only joy,
Faithless as the wind or seas;
Sometimes coming, sometimes coy,