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68
DON'T OVERDO IT.
I wonder whether
April-weather
Has taught you, lady, how to rule
My eager heart
With frolic art,
And keep it playing still Love's fool.
April-weather
Has taught you, lady, how to rule
My eager heart
With frolic art,
And keep it playing still Love's fool.
Your sunny breeze is
False, and freezes;
And when I think a freshening rain
Has come, the gust
Brings only dust,
And leaves me parched with barren pain.
False, and freezes;
And when I think a freshening rain
Has come, the gust
Brings only dust,
And leaves me parched with barren pain.
A woman's favor
Loses savor
If it be yielded all too soon;—
'Tis very true.
But were I you
I'd heed the changes of the moon.
Loses savor
If it be yielded all too soon;—
'Tis very true.
But were I you
I'd heed the changes of the moon.
69
Your game is losing,
Though amusing.
Pray, have you seen an early bud
In spring unfold,
Then shrink with cold
And hide its blushing flower-blood?
Though amusing.
Pray, have you seen an early bud
In spring unfold,
Then shrink with cold
And hide its blushing flower-blood?
In such a season
There's small reason;
And, though we sport with laughing May,
'Tis constant June
So fair and boon
That wins the flower and makes it stay.
There's small reason;
And, though we sport with laughing May,
'Tis constant June
So fair and boon
That wins the flower and makes it stay.
Once overdo it,
And you'll rue it:
Too sharp a frost will kill, I fear.
The bloom you waste
Can't be replaced,—
At least, until another year!
And you'll rue it:
Too sharp a frost will kill, I fear.
The bloom you waste
Can't be replaced,—
At least, until another year!
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