A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS

ove me gayly, fast, and true,

As a winsome lady.

hrough all hopes that keep us brave,

Farther off or nigher;

ove me for the house and grave

And for something higher.

Chus, if thou wilt prove me, dear,
Woman's love no fable,

I will love thee half a year

As a man is able.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

SHE IS NOT FAIR

"SHE is not fair to outward view";

No beauty hers of form or face; She hath no witchery, 't is true, No grace.

Nor pretty wit, nor well-stored mind,
Nor azure eyes, nor golden hair
Hath she. She is - I am not blind

Not fair.

What makes me love her, then? say you,
For such a maid is not my wont.
Love her! What makes you think I do?
I don't.

FRANKLIN P. ADAMS

SONG OF THYRSIS

turtle on yon withered bough,

t lately mourned her murdered mate, found another comrade now

h changes all await!

in her drooping plume is drest. in she's willing to be blest

d takes her lover to her nest.

nature has decreed it so
th all above, and all below,
t us like them forget our woe,
And not be killed with sorrow.
I should quit your arms to-night
nd chance to die before 't was light,
would advise you and you might -
Love again to-morrow.

PHILIP FRENEAU

OUT UPON IT, I HAVE LOVED

Our upon it, I have loved

Three whole days together;

And am like to love three more,

If it prove fine weather.

Time shall moult away his wings,

Ere he shall discover

In the whole wide world again

Such a constant lover.

But the spite on't is, no praise

Is due at all to me;

Love with me had made no stays
Had it any been but she.

Had it any been but she,

And that very face,

There had been at least, ere this,

A dozen in her place!

SIR JOHN SUCKLING

IE PEREMPTORY LOVER

Is not your beauty nor your wit That can my heart obtain,

›r they could never conquer yet Either my breast or brain;

or if you'll not prove kind to me, And true as heretofore,

enceforth I'll scorn your slave to be,

And doat on you no more.

'hink not my fancy to o'ercome By proving thus unkind;

No smothered sigh, nor smiling frown, Can satisfy my mind.

Pray let Platonics play such pranks,

Such follies I deride;

For love at least I will have thanks,

And something else beside!

Then open-hearted be with me,

As I shall be, I vow,