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.
Eggshell trays where gay beaux knelt,
Hand on heart, and daintily spelt
Their love in flowers, brittle and bright,
Artificial and fragile, which told aright
The vows of an eighteenth-century knight.
Where none admire, 't is useless to excel Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.
I love Les Beaux Peeps. Everyone in that band works together really well. I used to go out to see bands a lot; now it seems there just aren't any I like.
PS: It's all gossip about the prince. I'm not in the habit of taking my girlfriends' beaux.
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