His wallet's stuffed with blisses, With boyish flout, And bids me try the fetters. Nary, Child (I cry), I know them; (I say), and cold, To-day-for new believing! But still the wanton presses, With all their cares, Their sorrow and undoing! AUSTIN DOBSON. LOVE IS LIFE'S END. Love is life's end; an end but never ending; All joys, all sweets, all happiness awarding; LOVE IS LIFE'S END. 235 Love is life's wealth (ne'er spent but ever spend ing.) Love's life's reward, rewarded in rewarding; Then from thy wretched heart fond care remove, Ah! should'st thou live but once love's sweets to prove, Thou wilt not love to live, unless thou live to love. EDMUND SPENSER. END OF VOL. I. |