To a Proud Beauty
“A Valentine”
Though I have loved you well, I ween,And you, too, fancied me,Your heart hath too divided beenA constant heart to be.And like the gay and youthful knight,Who loved and rode away,Your fleeting fancy takes a flightWith every fleeting day.
So let it be as you propose,Tho’ hard the struggle be;’Tis fitter far—that goodness knows!—Since we cannot agree.Let’s quarrel once for all, my sweet,Forget the past—and thenI’ll kiss each pretty girl I meet,While you’ll flirt with the men.