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S top a bit ! a thought I’ve hit;
A nd if you wont, in short, be mine,
N o matter, love, if I am thine!
TO A LADY.
While the shun shines, love, make hay;
Ah, when you can, do not say nay,—
For fortune loves the bold.
Old maids, report say, oft leal apes,
And bachelors take queerish shapes,
If single till they’re old.
Listen then——my suit approve,
And be my Valentine, my love.
ANSWER.
With proverbs, Sir, I see you play,—
With proverbs, too, I answer nay,—
For second thoughts are best.
That haste makes waste the wise heads old,
And hottest love is soonest cold.
Once well done—guess the rest.
TO A LADY.
When I wander by the stream,
