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My muse and I ere youth and spirits fled. Sat up together many a night, no doubt:
But now I've sent the poor old lass to bed, Simply because my fire is going out.
ON SEEING THE SPEAKER ASLEEP.
Sleep, Mr. Speaker, 'tis only fair
If you mayn't in your bed, that you should in your chair;
Louder and louder still they grow,
Tory and Radical, Aye and No ;
Talking by night and talking by day:
Sleep, Mr. Speaker, sleep while you may !
As lamps burn silent with unconscious light. So modest ease in beauty shines most bright; Unaiming charms with edge resistless fall, And she who means no mischief does it all.
Sly Beelzebub took all occasions
To try Job's constancy and patience.
He took his honour, took his health ;
He took his children, took his wealth,
His servants, horses, oxen, cows,—
But cunning Satan did not take his spouse.
But Heaven that brings out good from evil,
And likes to disappoint the devil,
Had predetermined to restore
Two-fold, all he had before,
His servants, camels, asses, cows,—
Short-sighted devil, not to take his spouse.
S. T. Coleridge.
I loved thee, beautiful and kind, And plighted an eternal vow ; So altered are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now.