WILLIAM BOND. WONDER whether the girls are mad, And I wonder whether they mean to kill, And I wonder if William Bond will die, For assuredly he is very ill. He went to church on a May morning, Attended by fairies, one, two, and three; But the angels of Providence drove them away, And he returned home in misery. He went not out to the field nor fold, He went not out to the village nor town, But he came home in a black black cloud, And took to his bed, and there lay down. And an angel of Providence at his feet, And in the midst the sick man on his bed. And on his right hand was Mary Green, And on his left hand was his sister Jane, And their tears fell through the black black cloud To drive away the sick man's pain. "Oh William, if thou dost another love, Go and take that other to be thy wife, "Yes, Mary, I do another love, Another I love far better than thee, And another I will have for my wife: Then what have I to do with thee? "For thou art melancholy pale, And on thy head is the cold moon's shine, But she is ruddy and bright as day, And the sunbeams dazzle from her eyne." Mary trembled, and Mary chilled, And Mary fell down on the right-hand floor, That William Bond and his sister Jane Scarce could recover Mary more. When Mary woke and found her laid And saw her William Bond so near; The fairies that fled from William Bond They danced over the pillow white, And the angels of Providence left the bed. "I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, I thought to find Love in the heat of day, "Seek Love in the pity of others' woe, In the gentle relief of another's care, In the darkness of night and the winter's snow, With the naked and outcast,-seek Love there." COUPLETS AND FRAGMENTS. I. WALKED abroad on a snowy day, And the Winter called it a dreadful crime. II. BSTINENCE sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair : Plants fruits of life and beauty there. III. HE look of love alarms, Because 'tis filled with fire, But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire : Soft deceit and idleness, These are beauty's sweetest dress. IV. 10 Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept i at Myra's pocket-hole. V. ROWN old in love from seven till seven times seven, I oft have wished for hell, for ease from heaven. VI. HE Sword sang on the barren heath, VII. REAT things are done when men and mountains meet; These are not done by jostling in the street. VIII. HE errors of a wise man make your rule, Rather than the perfections of a fool. IX. COME people admire the work of a fool, For it's sure to keep your judgment cool: It does not reproach you with want of wit; It is not like a lawyer serving a writ. X. E'S a blockhead who wants a proof of what he can't perceive, And he's a fool who tries to make such a blockhead believe. XI. F e'er I grow to man's estate, May I govern all, both great and small, Have the last word, and take the wall! XII. ER whole life is an epigram-smack, smooth, and nobly penned, Plaited quite neat to catch applause, with a strong noose at the end. |