In Love Quarrels The Party That Loves

On His Bold Visage Middle Age Had Slightly Press'd Its Signet Sage, Yet Had Not Quench'd The Open Truth And Fiery Vehemence Of Youth: Forward And Frolic Glee Was There, The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare.

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.