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.