When he doth prowl around;
But would that I, like he, got more
Of those long evenings out.
* * *
Beware, Girls
Lovers are the most devoted where they least expect to wed.
All they seek is cruel conquest, and when hearts are made to yield,
They forsake the broken fortress and besiege another field.
They are like the crafty serpent coiled beneath the fairest flower,
Till the butterfly or the hum-bird falls within its deadly power.