 | May Fair |  |
“A marriage?”—Yes, the fact's undoubted.
What, if my Lady Duchess pouted?—
So lovely, young, an angel voice!
By Jove, I envy him his choice!
What care I for a high-born fright?
No right like Beauty's sovereign right!
His whole long line not fit to wait on
The half of half your charms, my P*t*n.
Give me the lovely heraldries
Of ruby lips and sunny eyes;
No nobler shield than Nature's charms—
No arms, than two such snowy arms.
What care I where the blushing rose,
That wraps my sense in sweetness, grows?
What care I where the dark eye's blaze
That lights my soul, first shot its rays?
What care I in what sullen mine
My diamond first began to shine?—
Once master of her noble heart,
Against the world I'd take her part;
And in a cot, or on a throne,
I'd own her—and be proud to own.
What, if my Lady Duchess pouted?—
So lovely, young, an angel voice!
By Jove, I envy him his choice!
What care I for a high-born fright?
No right like Beauty's sovereign right!
His whole long line not fit to wait on
The half of half your charms, my P*t*n.
Give me the lovely heraldries
Of ruby lips and sunny eyes;
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No arms, than two such snowy arms.
What care I where the blushing rose,
That wraps my sense in sweetness, grows?
What care I where the dark eye's blaze
That lights my soul, first shot its rays?
What care I in what sullen mine
My diamond first began to shine?—
Once master of her noble heart,
Against the world I'd take her part;
And in a cot, or on a throne,
I'd own her—and be proud to own.
| May Fair | |