 | Songs and poems(1866) |  |
FALSE OR TRUE.
Pensive Strephon, cease repining,
Give thy injured stars their due;
There's no room for all this whining,
Be Dorinda false or true.
Give thy injured stars their due;
There's no room for all this whining,
Be Dorinda false or true.
If she feeds a faithful passion,
Canst thou call thy fortune cross?
And if sway'd by whim and fashion,
Let her leave thee—where's the loss?
Canst thou call thy fortune cross?
And if sway'd by whim and fashion,
Let her leave thee—where's the loss?
| Songs and poems(1866) | |