Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her,-
When she has walked before.
Her love was sought, I do aver,
By twenty beaux and more;
The king himself has followed her,-
When she has walked before.
Our pleasures are short, and can only charm at intervals love is a method of protraction our greatest pleasure.
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
It seemed to me pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.
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