Breakfast renews the quarrels of my fable,
She spoils the tea, and he upsets the table.
All patience lost, no power can peace impart,
Only in one thing they are agreed_to part.
Loud she proclaims the thousands which she brought him,
He cool retorts “twas only that which caught him”,
“The world shall know your conduct brute,” she cries,
“Sooner the better sweet,” the youth replies.
Equipped for parting see these quondam turtles,
Dead are love’s roses, withered all his myrtles,
Such are the ups and downs of love’s short story,
“For better or for worse,” tis death or glory.
Now for a Kiss!—long as our absence,
Sweet as—our return
Whom gentler stars unite, & in one fate,
Their hearts, their fortunes & their beings blend.
Rarely’s a Rose without a Thorn,
To all our shares some stinging Nettles fall,
ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.
Nought but Love can answer Love
And render Bliss secure.
Always look before you leap
For as you sow, you’re like to reap.
Such Things are
“So they ripe and ripe!
And rot, and rot!!
And hereby hangs a tale!!
“ ‘Tis true, tis pity
And pity ‘tis,—‘tis true—!!!”
I think this tale was written for girls, warning them not to fall victim to a smooth-talking suitor. What do you think?