My Sweetheart
She’s neither scholarly nor wise,
But, oh, her heart is wondrous tender,
And love lies laughing in her eyes.
She’s neither scholarly nor wise,
And yet above all else I prize
The right from evil to defend her.
She’s neither scholarly nor wise,
But, oh, her heart is wondrous tender.
Griffith Alexander.
When first we met, we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master;
Of more than common friendliness
When first we met we did not guess.
Who could foretell the sore distress,
This irretrievable disaster,
When first we met?-we did not guess
That Love would prove so hard a master.
Robert Bridges.
All women born are so perverse,
No man need boast their love possessing,
If nought seem better, nothing’s worse;
All women born are so perverse,
From Adam’s wife that proved a curse,
Though God had made her for a blessing.
All women born are so perverse
No man need boast their love possessing.
Robert Bridges.