SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake,
Dear mercenary beauty,
What annual offering shall I make,
Expressive of my duty?
My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
Should I at once deliver,
Say, would the angry fair one prize
The gift, who slights the giver?
A bill, a jewel, watch, or toy,
My rivals give—and let ’em;
If gems, or gold, impart a joy,
I’ll give them—when I get ’em.
I’ll give—but not the full-blown rose,
Or rose-bud more in fashion;
Such short-liv’d offerings but disclose
A transitory passion.
I’ll give thee something yet unpaid,
Not less sincere, than civil:
I’ll give thee—Ah! too charming maid,
I’ll give thee—To the devil.
(Oliver Goldsmith)
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