. Poems . e is heavn, and heavnis Lovef A HEART ENSHRINED IN A HEART, With the Order of Merit. Who to one heart alone confind Shall seek to win no more,Who wears that faithful heart enshrind In his Hearts very core,Still honord, by the good and fairShall Merits emblem justly wear. 336 A RATTLE. What have you drawn ? nay, do not frown^Or deem me an unworthy chattel, My verse shall prove, and you shall own.,The world itself is all a Rattle. The Warrior who impatient flies,To win, and triumph in the battle, Whose fame resounds in pomp and noise,*May well be deemd a mighty Rattle* The Lover who hi
. Poems . e is heavn, and heavnis Lovef A HEART ENSHRINED IN A HEART, With the Order of Merit. Who to one heart alone confind Shall seek to win no more,Who wears that faithful heart enshrind In his Hearts very core,Still honord, by the good and fairShall Merits emblem justly wear. 336 A RATTLE. What have you drawn ? nay, do not frown^Or deem me an unworthy chattel, My verse shall prove, and you shall own.,The world itself is all a Rattle. The Warrior who impatient flies,To win, and triumph in the battle, Whose fame resounds in pomp and noise,*May well be deemd a mighty Rattle* The Lover who his Lady wooes, And fills her ear with flattrys prattle, Unless with deep respect he sues,Will sure be calld an idle Rattle. Your Lucy at her spinning wheelMay listen to her neighbours tattle ; And gossip Fame, with all her zeal,By sneering Scorn, be calld a Rattle* Your Cupids, Fishes, Lantern-flies,Your Gipsies, are but sorry cattle ! Een Mills themselves can praise a noise!Then let me be an honest S37 GIPSEY. Cross my hand, worthy Sir, and Ill freely relateWhat for you is inscribd in the records of of magical skill you can fancy,Of palmistrys lines, and expert chiromancyI know, and am skilPd in Egyptian astronomy;But an adept am most in occult know, by the turn of your nose and your chin,At cards you must lose, and in battle must win,By the lines of your brow, and the form of your eyesOne may venture to fancy you valiant and wise:What more of your fate would you wish me to prove?Would you know if your lot is successful in love ?A hint shall suffice, and since mystry my trade is,That lot you must read in the eyes of the Ladies, 338 LADIES VALENTINES, 1817. A MAGNET. The wondrous powr the Magnet shewsTo you, my fair, needs no relation; But know your sexs powr still growsLike that, more strong by combination. Be, to a fair and winning face Good humour, with expression joind ; To all of forms external grace,The dearer graces of the mind. To suc
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