Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.

We Cannot Fight For Love, As Men May Do; We Shou'd Be Woo'd, And Were Not Made To Woo

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?