116 A damsel she is, and her surname is Thorpe, And her Christian name is Ann; Few lovers has she for her favours to hope, For she is a hater of man. Dr Southey. 117 'Tis Margaret, and rare Margaret, And Margaret o' verite. Border Minstrelsy. 118 Your curricle is so reviving, And Jane's so bold when you are driving. Praed. 119 Thy Emma's young; Her eye is patient, and she speaks in tones 120 I must call her your cousin Margaret, However quaint amid the measured line The good old term appears. Madoc.-Southey. 121 The beautiful Laura! who is just so fair That you can think her loveliest when alone, And still is not so wonderfully rare 122 123 That you can never find a prettier one. Jane's to have five hundred pound Southey. Willis. Any day in the week than your Jenny. Rev. R. H. Barham. Name! surely, Sir, It can be none but Helen Campbell. Talfourd. 124 'Tis Jenny Oakum, the ship-carpenter's widow at Portsmouth. Ford. 125 Kate grows upon your heart like peace, Creating every hour a jubilee. Perkin Warbeck.-Ford. Late of contraband schnaps an unlicensed distiller, And her name is Des Moulins (in English, Miss Miller). 127 Thy Mary is the sweetest flower That ever bloom'd in rustic bower; Rev. R. H. Barham. Miss Pardoe. 128 Yours is no sordid suit! 'tis but to win a bride; Were Lucy yours, you'd seek no wealth beside. 129 130 131 To be plain, You are in love; nay, shrink not, man, you are; You, I'm sorry to say, John Ford. (For, all things consider'd, I own, 'twas a rum thing) something, (Her name has escaped me) sole heiress and niece A Helen, indeed! not to be won under ten years' siege: as great a beauty, and as great a jilt. John Ford. 132 Thy Nelly is a comely lass, but calm and staid her air, And earthward bends her modest look-yet is she passing fair. Rev. R. H. Barham. 133 You like Kate well; and I may tell you, I think she likes you well: If you agree, I'll not hinder the match. J. Ford. 134 There are flowers in the valley, 135 136 And fruit on the hill, But the sweetest and brightest, In spring-time or summer, Is the girl of thy heart, The young Kate of Kilcummer. A fair lady, Quarterly Magazine, No. IX. 1828. Of beauty the paragon, and she is called Katey. Your heart felt a pain; The Popular Songs of Ireland. You sat yourself down, for you thought you were dying Popular Songs of Ireland. 137 But Silvia is too fair, too true, too holy, To be corrupted with thy worthless gifts. Two Gentlemen of Verona. 138 Your Mopsa is little, your Mopsa is brown, 139 Moore. Anne Page, which is daughter to Master George Page; she has brown hair, and speaks small like a woman: the very person, for all the world, as you will desire; she has good gifts, £700 and possibilities. Merry Wives of Windsor. 140 Sweet Maria, empress of thy love. Shakspeare. 141 142 143 Kate, like the hazel-twig, Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue Flora's fair, most fair: Taming of the Shrew. Yet do you almost fear yourself, and doubt Lady E. Stuart Wortley. Have you not pledged your hand In the most solemn manner to Constantia? James Thomson. 144 Fanny Flip-flap, the French dancer. 145 "Tis fresh in murmur (as, you know, 146 147 148 Samuel Foote. Twelfth Night. It is impossible for you to quit town, and leave your dearest Jenny behind; there your heart's treasure lies hid, and there, spite of yourself, you are carried by an irresistible impulse. Samuel Foote. Thy slavish love's for that poor, brainless chit, Flora Clanronald! with her soulless charms. Eva.-Lady E. S. Wortley. You flattered yourself with gently sliding the down-hill of life, subject to no other will but Miss Kitty's. Samuel Foote. XII. SHALL I DIVULGE HER AGE? 1 A LADY'S age is seldom known; 2 Her schooling days were o'er Dr Syntax. 'Tis now good three years past, three years; I vow she's twenty. T. H. Bayly. 3 What think ye of blooming, love-breathing seventeen? The pretty lady bird, Thy blossom of fourteen. 5 She is eighteen now, and is call'd handsome. 6 Even or odd, of all days in the year, The Rivals. Miss Mitford. Beaumont and Fletcher. Come Lammas eve at night shall she be fourteen. 7 She is in her twentieth year, Accomplished, lovely, and sincere. Romeo and Juliet. Chambers. L |