160 AN EXCUSE FOR EVERYTHING. I have grown, I confess it, a slave to the fair— And, if Love be indeed a delusion—a snare,— If I worship a score of the sex at a time, I will say to the censor who counts it a crime, I believe, and I fancy that others believe, With a thousand a year for my life, I conceive The delights of a fortune I grasp at a glance, When my style has been strengthened and polished a bit, I will burst on the wondering world With a brain full of eloquence, wisdom, and wit, And the banner of genius unfurled. I'm simply delaying on purpose to find How my talent and sympathy lean. Only stop till I've thoroughly made up my mind— There's no hurry-I'm only eighteen. "SHOP!" HATEVER you sell, Sir-whatever you trade in I hope I may mildly but firmly suggest That, as well as the time all your profits are made in, Enough is allowed you for natural rest. No doubt the excitements of Commerce are thrilling, You see, Sir, I too am a tradesman and brother, Where each has a tree and inhabits the top;— Pray put up your shutters and shut up your shop. Just fancy the state of affairs at a meeting The fact that their goods were the best ever made. Please put up your shutters and shut up your shop. 25 STRICTLY PRACTICAL. is easy, no doubt, in a ballad or novel To write about money as rubbish or dust; It is easy to picture young Love in a hovel Subsisting on water combined with a crust. Common sense gives a different view to the question, Let songster or novelist write as he may; And a palace, if bards will excuse the suggestion, Is not an unpleasant abode in its way. To be caged in a cottage and starve like a Stoic, But cannot precisely be pleasant, I guess. 164 STRICTLY PRACTICAL. So I mildly but firmly present my denial To novels and songs upon Indigent Love; But my life in the future (though married and wealthy) Depends very much on the bride that I win;Make me clever, good-looking, good-natured, and healthy, And bring me a Duchess and let me begin. |