The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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LOVE AND MARRIAGE.
Eque brevi verbo ferre perenne malum.
Secundus, eleg. vii.
Still the question I must parry,
Still a wayward truant prove:
Where I love, I must not marry;
Where I marry, cannot love.
Still a wayward truant prove:
Where I love, I must not marry;
Where I marry, cannot love.
Were she fairest of creation,
With the least presuming mind;
Learned without affectation;
Not deceitful, yet refin'd;
With the least presuming mind;
Learned without affectation;
Not deceitful, yet refin'd;
Wise enough, but never rigid;
Gay, but not too lightly free;
Chaste as snow, and yet not frigid;
Fond, yet satisfied with me:
Gay, but not too lightly free;
Chaste as snow, and yet not frigid;
Fond, yet satisfied with me:
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Were she all this ten times over,
All that heav'n to earth allows,
I should be too much her lover
Ever to become her spouse.
All that heav'n to earth allows,
I should be too much her lover
Ever to become her spouse.
Love will never bear enslaving;
Summer garments suit him best;
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
Summer garments suit him best;
Bliss itself is not worth having,
If we're by compulsion blest.
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