In Listening Mood She Seemed To Stand,

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

It Is A Great Disgrace To Religion, To Imagine That It Is An Enemy To Mirth And Cheerfulness, And A Severe Exacter Of Pensive Looks And Solemn Faces.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!

Lightly From Fair To Fair He Flew, And Loved To Plead, Lament, And Sue; Suit Lightly Won, And Short-lived Pain, For Monarchs Seldom Sigh In Vain.

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.