A LOVE LESSON. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me! LEIGH HUNT. A LOVE LESSON. A SWEET "No, no," with a sweet smile beneath, Becomes an honest girl; I'd have you learn it :As for plain "Yes," it may be said i' faith, Too plainly and too oft :-pray, well discern it— Not that I'd have my pleasure incomplete, Or lose the kiss for which my lips beset you ; But that in suffering me to take it, Sweet, I'd have you say, "No, no, I will not let you." LEIGH HUNT. Of the children of light, Who are wise in their generation. The rich man has a kitchen, And cooks to dress his dinner; The poor who would roast To the baker's must post, And thus becomes a sinner. RICH ANd poor. 'The rich man has a cellar, And a ready butler by him; The poor must steer For his pint of beer, Where the Saint can't choose but spy him. The rich man's painted windows Hide the concerts of the quality; A crack'd fiddle in the air, Which offends all sound morality. The rich man is invisible In the crowd of his gay society; But the poor man's delight' Is a sore in the sight, And a stench in the nose of piety. THOMAS L. PEACOCK. LOVE AND AGE. I PLAY'D with you 'mid cowslips blowing, When I was six and you were four: When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing, Were pleasures soon to please no more. Thro' groves and meads, o'er grass and heather, With little playmates, to and fro, We wander'd hand in hand together; You grew a lovely roseate maiden, Still with no care our days were lader They glided joyously along; And I did love you very dearly LOVE AND AGE. Then other lovers came around you, Your beauty grew from year to year, I saw you then, first vows forsaking, O, then, I thought my heart was breaking,-- And I lived on, to wed another : No cause she gave me to repine; My own young flock, in fair progression, My joy in them was past expression;- You grew a matron plump and comely, |