To a Proud Beauty

“A Valentine”

THOUGH I have loved you well, I ween,
    And you, too, fancied me,
Your heart hath too divided been
    A constant heart to be.
And like the gay and youthful knight,
    Who loved and rode away,
Your fleeting fancy takes a flight
    With every fleeting day.

So let it be as you propose,
    Tho’ hard the struggle be;
’Tis fitter far—that goodness knows!—
    Since we cannot agree.
Let’s quarrel once for all, my sweet,
    Forget the past—and then
I’ll kiss each pretty girl I meet,
    While you’ll flirt with the men.

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