THE BACHELOR'S DREAM hat d'ye think of that, my cat? hat d'ye think of that, my dog? ow was not that an awful dream THOMAS HOOD SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR SHALL I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or my cheeks make pale with care Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in May What care I how fair she be? Shall my foolish heart be pined If she be not so to me What care I how kind she be? Shall a woman's virtue move Me to perish for her love? Or her merit's value known Make me quite forget my own? ALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR e she with that goodness blest hich may gain her name of Best; If she seem not so to me, What care I how good she be? Cause her fortune seems too high, mall I play the fool and die? hose that bear a noble mind Where they want of riches find, "hink what with them they would do Who without them dare to woo: And unless that mind I see, Great or good, or kind or fair, For if she be not for me, What care I for whom she be? GEORGE WITHER IF Oн, if the world were mine, Love, I'd give the world for thee! Alas! there is no sign, Love, Of that contingency. Had fame with laurels crowned me, She has n't, up to date, Nor time nor change had found me To love and thee ingrate. If death threw down his gage, Love, Though life is dear to me, I'd die, e'en of old age, Love, To win a smile from thee. |