LOVE you! ay! it seems absurd,
Altho' to prove it I was sedulous;
The ink is black that writes the word,
Yet you will read it all inc-red-ulous.
Where was my sense, once so acute,
To dream myself a hopeful suitor?
I should have been much more astute;
I came to you, you know, as tutor!
My passion on an instant grew—
(Spontaneous love is scarce a crime!).
How swift those early minutes flew!
And, odd to say, 'twas even-time!
Maddened with love, I penned a note,
And placed it where 'twould catch your sight;
Alas for me! but when I wrote,
Of course I thought that I did right!
Robert Reece, in Comic Poets.
HE most dreadful thing against women is the character of the men that praise them.
Lady Ashburton, apud Lord Houghton.
HERE'S one Thomas Buckle, a London youth,
Who taught that the world was blind
Till he was born to proclaim the truth,
That matter is moulder of mind;
But I really can't fancy at all
How wheat, rice, and barley,
Made Dick, Tom, and Charlie
So tidy and trim,
Without help from Him
Who was preached both by Plato and Paul.
J. S. Blackie, Musa Burschicosa.