How she did the little me dispel
Like the wind drives away the hucks,
Like the sun scatter broad the clouds--
The verily high and vain damsel!
Thoug I be a low man, I know;
Yet shall I not to a swank bow.

Between then, choosy bull, and now
When you did throw me apace over
For some smarter and lovelier cow;
I've become the brightest and a killer.

The place of man's nativity
Nails nay in life his fortune:
Be it in a Manhattan Maternity
Or in a stable sans worldly boon.

To be colour blind
Is no grave a thing
As to be love blind,
When it's coruscating.

Though he hath a woman fresh
Within--his faithful wife at home
To make him at any hour come;
Yet he's chasing without a new flesh.
Wherefore why doth a man seek a devil new,
Who has an angel, with whom to bill and coo?

Written are some destinies
Boldly in the heavenly stars;
While some other cronies
Have theirs marred by earthly scars.

Ardent feelings come and go
Just like sunshine and snow.