. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. er. Shakspeare. Nestor, to his pretty wife, quite sorrowful one day, Why, dearest, will you shed in pearls those lovely eyes away ?You ought to be more fortified; Ah, brute, be quiet, do,I know Im not so fortyfied, nor fiftyfied, as you! , men are vile deceivers all, as I have ever heard,Youd die for me you swore, and I—I took you at your was a tradesmans widow then—a pretty change Ive made;To live, and die the wife of one, a widower by trade ! DECEMBER AND MAY. 83 III. Come, come, my dear, these flighty airs declare, in sober truth
. Whims and oddities : in prose and verse. er. Shakspeare. Nestor, to his pretty wife, quite sorrowful one day, Why, dearest, will you shed in pearls those lovely eyes away ?You ought to be more fortified; Ah, brute, be quiet, do,I know Im not so fortyfied, nor fiftyfied, as you! , men are vile deceivers all, as I have ever heard,Youd die for me you swore, and I—I took you at your was a tradesmans widow then—a pretty change Ive made;To live, and die the wife of one, a widower by trade ! DECEMBER AND MAY. 83 III. Come, come, my dear, these flighty airs declare, in sober truth,You want as much in age, indeed, as I can want in youth;Besides, you said you liked old men, though now at me you huff. Why, yes, she said, and so I do—but youre not old enough! IV. Come, come, my dear, lets make it up, and have a quiet hive ;Ill be the best of men,—I mean,—111 be the best alive !Your grieving so will kill me, for it cuts me to the core.— I thank ye, Sir, for telling me—for now Ill grieve the more! I G 2 84. A WINTER NOSEGAY. O, withered winter Blossoms,Dowager-flowers,—the December antiquated visages and bosoms.— What are ye planned for, Unless to stand forEmblems, and peevish morals of humanity ? A WINTER NOSEGaV. 85 There is my Quaker Aunt,A Paper-Flower,— ni£h a formal border >■ breeze could eer disorder,Pouting at that old beau—the Winter Cherry, A puckerd ceny :And a Box, like tough-liv d annuitant,— Verdant alway—From quarter-day ereu to quarter-day ;And pool old H:u^:y. as thin as want, Well named—God-wot;Under the baptism of the water-pot,Tne Teiy apparition of a plant; And : :.:. Lr - Lirl. Old Winter-Daisy;—Because thy Tirtue never was infirm, Howeer thy stalk be era zThat never wanton fly, or blighted holes in thy most perfect indentation ? Tis likely that sum leaf. To garden thief,Forceppd ox wingM, was never a temptation :—Well,—still uphold thy wintry reputation ;Still shalt thou
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