IGH NO MORE, LADIES

GH no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;

e foot in sea, and one on shore;

To one thing constant never.

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,
onverting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Ing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
he fraud of me was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.

Then sigh not so,

But let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

onverting all your sounds of woe

Into Hey nonny, nonny.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

THE SUPERFLUOUS MAN

It is ascertained by inspection of the registers of many countries, that the uniform proportion of male to female births is as 21 to 20: accordingly, in respect to marriage, every 21st man is naturally superfluTreatise on Population.

ous.

I LONG have been puzzled to guess,

And so I have frequently said, What the reason could really be

That I never have happened to wed; But now it is perfectly clear

I am under a natural ban;

The girls are already assigned, -
And I'm a superfluous man!

Those clever statistical chaps

Declare the numerical run
Of women and men in the world,
Is Twenty to Twenty-and-one;
And hence in the pairing, you see,
Since wooing and wedding began,
For every connubial score,
They've got a superfluous man!

THE SUPERFLUOUS MAN

twenties and twenties they go, And giddily rush to their fate, ■r none of the number, of course, Can fail of a conjugal mate;

ut while they are yielding in scores To Nature's inflexible plan,

here's never a woman for me, For I'm a superfluous man!

is n't that I am a churl, To solitude over-inclined; is n't that I am at fault

In morals or manners or mind; hen what is the reason, you ask, I'm still with the bachelor-clan? merely was numbered amiss, And I'm a superfluous man!

t is n't that I am in want
Of personal beauty or grace,
For many a man with a wife

Is uglier far in the face;

THE SUPERFLUOUS MAN

Indeed, among elegant men

I fancy myself in the van;
But what is the value of that,
When I'm a superfluous man?

Although I am fond of the girls,
For aught I could ever discern
The tender emotion I feel

Is one that they never return;
'Tis idle to quarrel with fate,
For, struggle as hard as I can,
They're mated already, you know,
And I'm a superfluous man!

No wonder I grumble at times,
With women so pretty and plenty,

To know that I never was born

To figure as one of the Twenty; But yet, when the average lot With critical vision I scan,

I think it may be for the best

That I'm a superfluous man!

JOHN GODFREY SAXE

COMPANIONS

w not of what we ponder'd
nade pretty pretence to talk,
er hand within mine, we wander'd
'rd the pool by the limetree walk,

e dew fell in showers from the passion

owers

he blush-rose bent on her stalk.

not recall her figure:

s it regal as Juno's own?

ly a trifle bigger

an the elves who surround the throne

Faery Queen, and are seen, I ween, nortals in dreams alone?

t her eyes were like, I know not: rhaps they were blurr'd with tears; perhaps in your skies there glow not On the contrary) clearer spheres.