Full many a lover sighs his soul away,
And wastes his passion on a “Marble Heart.”
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Yet who, despite the frailties of the fair,
A Bachelor existence long can brook;
Dwell in dull lodgings up a dozen pair,
Nor cast upon the “Sex” one longing look?
On some fond breast the aching head must lean,
Some heart must beat in union with ours;
In this alone their proper “sphere” is seen,