That any thing of which so much is heard, Though candour fair requires me to confess And yet I frankly own, there was a time,- In fact 'twas in my boyish days at college;— I then but verged upon discretion's brink, And hence, perhaps, was not so much to blame;—— Time was though, I was fool enough to think Since then, however, I've had leisure given— In dreaming of the possibility— In such an all-perfidious world as this, BACHELOR PHILOSOPHY. Of honest love, or perfect constancy, Or truth in fickle woman's treacherous kiss! (On this last score I haven't much to grieve, In fact, it's what I never did believe!) I am not a misanthropist, I am sure; I can admire fair nature, and I do; (I might, indeed, declare I think 'tis all But yet a something there might be, I thought, Should she, my boyhood's idol prove untrue; As one would throw aside a worn-out shoe: A little touched my heart might be, but then It very soon grew sound and whole again. 131 And now I've learned to think with DR. HOLMES— Who, by the way's a very clever fellow, Reader! the wisest thing that you can do— Is, just to get another, soon as you can, sir: For now I take things easy, rove about, To be—as are they all-but fair deceit : And cruise around, until I meet another True, once it no such easy matter seemed; BACHELOR PHILOSOPHY Thank Heaven that snare's escaped, and now it is A most indifferent, trifling sort of matter, To find a dozen pretty girls, to kiss 133 And flirt withal-to dance, and smile, and chatter; Although my eyes I have to keep wide open, That none to matrimony me may rope in! But, ah! a most delightful thing I find This sipping sweets from each enchanting flower,Still free to wander on, and leave behind Untasted, all its bitter and its sour: And when some flowret fades, whose lovely form, If all mine own, 'twould kill me to resign, I turn to others, yet with beauty warm, And bless kind Heaven the treasure was not mine ! Let Benedicts then boast of child and wife, Be mine the Bachelor's free and merry life! 12 SONG OF THE CIGAR SMOKER. "Yes! social friend, I love thee well! In learned doctors' spite, I love thy fragrant, misty spell, I love thy calm delight!" SPRAGUE. Or glory and fame, or of love's soft flame, Of the rich and generous vine, Of sage or of king, let others sing, But this be lay of mine: Though women and wine are both divine, And though love is the poet's star, Such themes to others I now resign, To sing of my loved Cigar! Then bring the flame!—we'll light the same, And let the toast proceed; Though love and wine are both divine, Huzza! for the fragrant weed! |