. . .A world in purchase for a friend, is gain.”

So slight a favor ’tis you crave, That I can scarce refuse compliance; Nor shall I use the page you gave, To set your champions at defiance. Dear lady, vainly awed, I praise That dimpled hand I pressed at parting; Or those dark eyes, beneath whose gaze A cupid lurks equipped for darting. Nor can I hope to lightly touch On charms so oft the theme of lovers; To add another, while so much That beautiful about thee hovers. I can but add one little pearl To all the gems about thee scattered; And say again, sweet, artless girl, That all thy poets have not flattered. I have tried for a week, and vainly I seek Words of wisdom to write to you here; So, wishing you life free from sorrow and strife, Nor wanti. . . Read More