Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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A GENTLEMAN MAKING HIS BOW. |
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A GENTLEMAN MAKING HIS BOW.
To be in love! ah who would be!
If love be what it seems,
The strangest kind of mystery,
Made up of thoughts and dreams.
Yet strange it seems, we all must prove,
Our best regard for faithful Love.
If love be what it seems,
The strangest kind of mystery,
Made up of thoughts and dreams.
Yet strange it seems, we all must prove,
Our best regard for faithful Love.
One proves it thus, by sighs and tears,
Another by his smiles,
Another by his hopes and fears,
Another by his wiles:
But all who love in early youth,
Will prove it best by words of truth.
Another by his smiles,
Another by his hopes and fears,
Another by his wiles:
But all who love in early youth,
Will prove it best by words of truth.
Some love to write, and some to speak,
Some know not how to feel,
Some will be wise, and some be weak,
And some delight to kneel.
But write, or speak, or kneel at will,
Your word of honor, Sir, fulfil.
Some know not how to feel,
Some will be wise, and some be weak,
And some delight to kneel.
But write, or speak, or kneel at will,
Your word of honor, Sir, fulfil.
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This Gentleman it seems has felt,
And now his love would tell:
O pray Sir have you ever knelt?
If so, you know it well.
Go hasten then, and make your bow,
But never alter in your vow.
And now his love would tell:
O pray Sir have you ever knelt?
If so, you know it well.
Go hasten then, and make your bow,
But never alter in your vow.
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