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,