Daisies they must live and die.
I fear much, lest some meaning, which may have crept into my verses should prove destructive of that exquisite simplicity at which I aim; however, what scholar is not inferior to the master?
Fair women win the hearts of men,
Men the hearts of women too!
It has been so, the Lord knows when—
What then can the poor things do?
Their blue eyes will be blue eyes still;
Will have fire, and fire will warm:
Lips will be lips, say what they will;
And to kiss them, where’s the harm?