COTTAGE COURTSHIP.
Now, out upon this smiling,
No smile shall meet his sight;
And a word of gay reviling
Is all he'll hear to-night,
For he'll hold my smiles too lightly,
If he always sees me smile;
He'll think they shine more brightly
When I have frowned awhile.
'Tis not kindness keeps a lover,
He must feel the chain he wears;
All the sweet enchantment's over,
When he has no anxious cares.
The heart would seem too common,
If he thought that heart his own;
Ah! the empire of a woman
Is still in the unknown.
Let change without a reason,
Make him never feel secure;
For it is an April season
That a lover must endure.
They are all of them so faithless,
Their torment is your gain;
Would you keep your own heart scathless,
Be the one to give the pain.
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