I do confess thou'rt sweet, yet find That kisses everything it meets, And since thou canst with more than one, The morning rose, that untouch'd stands, Arm'd with her briers, how sweetly smells ! Such fate, ere long, will thee betide, And I will sigh, while some will smile, To see thy love for more than one Hath brought thee to be loved by none. Sir R. Ayton. My dear mistress has a heart Soft as those kind looks she gave me, When with love's resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me; But her constancy's so weak, She's so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Rochester. Women can less easily surmount their coquetry than their passions. La Rochefoucauld. Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair; Her brow shades frown, although her eyes are sunny ; Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair; And her disdains are gall, her favours honey. Daniel. O! they love least who let men know their love. Shakespeare. Coquetry in Dress Allowable. Men born to labour, all with pains provide, They want the care of man : their want they know, And dress to please with heart-alluring show. Her Coquetry Cured. Would you teach her to love? For a time seem to rove; At first she may frown in a pet; Parnell. But leave her awhile, She shortly will smile, And then you may win your coquette. Byron. I know a maiden, fair to see ; She can both false and friendly be; Trust her not, she is fooling thee. She has two eyes, so soft and brown; She gives a side-glance, and looks down ; Trust her not, she is fooling thee. She gives thee a garland woven fair; It is a fool's cap, for thee to wear; Trust her not, she is fooling thee. Longfellow. Friendly Counsel to. The counsels of a friend, Belinda, hear, Such truths as women seldom learn from men. All who approach them their own ends pursue; Hence oft from Reason heedless Beauty strays, Of those who claim it, more than half have none; Be still superior to your sex's arts, Can raise your merit or adorn your fame. Virtue is amiable, mild, serene; Without all beauty, and all peace within. Lyttelton. Most at Home in Country Life. Dear child of Nature, let them rail ! There is a nest in a green dale, A harbour and a hold, Where thou, a wife and friend, shalt see A light to young and old. There, healthy as a shepherd-boy, And pleasure were thy trade; Thou, while thy babies round thee cling, Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made. Wordsworth. Her Dauntless Courage. She sought her lord, and found him where he stood About the hall, among his dogs, alone. * * She told him of their tears, And pray'd him, "If they pay this tax, they starve.” Whereat he stared, replying, half amazed, "You would not let your little finger ache For such as these." "But I would die," said she. He laugh'd, and swore by Peter and by Paul, |