 | The poetical works of John Trumbull . |  |
And oh, what charms more potent shine,
Drawn from the dark Peruvian mine!
What spells and talismans of Venus
Are found in dollars, crowns and guineas!
In purse of gold, a single stiver
Beats all the darts in Cupid's quiver.
What heart so constant, but must veer,
When drawn by thousand pounds a year!
How many fair ones ev'ry day
To houses fine have fall'n a prey,
Been forced on stores of goods to fix,
Or carried off in coach and six!
For Cœlia, merit found no dart;
Five thousand sterling broke her heart,
So witches, hunters say, confound 'em,
For silver bullets only wound 'em.
Drawn from the dark Peruvian mine!
What spells and talismans of Venus
Are found in dollars, crowns and guineas!
In purse of gold, a single stiver
Beats all the darts in Cupid's quiver.
What heart so constant, but must veer,
When drawn by thousand pounds a year!
How many fair ones ev'ry day
To houses fine have fall'n a prey,
Been forced on stores of goods to fix,
Or carried off in coach and six!
For Cœlia, merit found no dart;
Five thousand sterling broke her heart,
So witches, hunters say, confound 'em,
For silver bullets only wound 'em.
| The poetical works of John Trumbull . | |