Confound her! devil take her!

A cruel heart-breaker

But hold! see that smile so serene.

God love her! God bless her!
May nothing distress her!

You know very well whom

I mean.

Heaven help the adorer

Who happens to bore her,

The lover who awakens her spleen;

But too blest for a sinner

Is he who shall win her,

And

you know very well whom I mean.

THE GOLDEN FISH

LOVE is a little golden fish,
Wondrous shy-ah, wondrous shy!
You may catch him if you wish;
He might make a dainty dish.
But I-

Ah, I've other fish to fry.

For when I try to snare this prize

Earnestly and patiently,

All

my skill the

rogue defies

Lurking safe in Aimée's eyes.

Lo, you see,

I am caught, and Love

WHY, LOVELY CHARMER WHY, lovely charmer, tell me why So very kind, and yet so shy? Why does that cold, forbidding air Give damps of sorrow and despair, Or why that smile my soul subdue And kindle up my flames anew?

In vain you strive with all your art
By turns to fire and freeze my heart,
When I behold a face so fair,
So sweet a look, so soft an air,
My ravished soul is charmed all o’er,
I cannot love thee less or more.