THE TIME I'VE LOST IN WOOING. Like him the sprite Whom maids by night Oft meet in gler that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me; If once their ray Was turn'd away, O! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brilliant eyes Again to set it glowing? No-vain, alas! th' endeavor From bonds so sweet to sever; Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever. DEAR FANNY. HE has beauty, but still you must keep "SHE your heart cool: She has wit, but you musn't be caught so:" Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, And 'tis not the first time I have thought so, Dear Fanny, 'Tis not the first time I have thought so. "She is lovely; then love her, nor let the bliss fly; 'Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season;" Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny That Love reasons much better than Reason, Dear Fanny? Love reasons much better than Reason. 47 A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP. "A TEMPLE to Friendship," said Laura, en chanted, "I'll build in this garden,-the thought is divine!" Her temple was built, and she now only wanted An image of Friendship to place on the shrine. She flew to a sculptor, who set down before her A Friendship, the fairest his art could invent; But so cold and so dull, that the youthful adorer Saw plainly this was not the idol she meant. "Oh never," she cried, "could I think of enshrining An image whose looks are so joyless and dim :— But yon little god, upon roses reclining, We'll make, if you please, sir, a Friendship of him." REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY. So the bargain was struck with the little god laden. She joyfully flew to her shrine in the grove; "Farewell," said the sculptor, "you're not the first maiden Who came but for Friendship and took away Love." REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY. REASON, and Folly, and Beauty, they say Went on a party of pleasure one day: Folly play'd Around the maid, The bells of his cap rang merrily out; While Reason took To his sermon-book O! which was the pleasanter no one need doub Which was the pleasanter no one need doubt. REASON, FOLLY, AND BEAUTY. Beauty, who likes to be thought very sage, Turn'd for a moment to Reason's dull page, "Look here, sweet maid!". The sight of his cap brought her back to herself, While Reason read His leaves of lead, With no one to mind him, poor sensible elf! No, no one to mind him, poor sensible elf! Then Reason grew jealous of Folly's gay cap; Had he that on, he her heart might entrap"There it is," Quoth Folly, "old quiz!" (Folly was always good-natured, 'tis said.) "Under the sun There's no such fun, As Reason with my cap and bells on his head, Reason with my cap and bells on his head !" |