Vengeance Is Sweet
When I was young I longed for Love,And held his glory far aboveAll other earthly things. I cried:“Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;”And with my subtlest art I wooed,And eagerly the wight pursued.But Love was gay and Love was shy,He laughed at me and passed me by.
Well, I grew old and I grew gray,When Wealth came wending down my way.I took his golden hand with glee,And comrades from that day were we.Then Love came back with doleful face,And prayed that I would give him place.But, though his eyes with tears were dim,I turned my back and laughed at him.