Pure from courtships flatteries.

No man on your face shall see

Colours seen by candlelight,

Time to dance is not to woo---

Wooer light makes fickle troth--九九藏書-

Bravely, as for life and death---

Learn to win a ladys faith

Yet the sin is on us both---

Scorn of me recoils on you.

Point her to the starry skhttps://read.99csw.comies,

Call me false, or call me free---

Will not look the same by day.

Lead her from the festive boards,

Lamps above, and laughs below---

Vow, whhttps://read.99csw.comatever light may shine,

SHALL be Yes for evermore.

Any grief for change on mine.

Love me sounded like a jest,

And her Yes, once said to you,

No, this mo九*九*藏*書rning, Sir, I say.

With a loyal gravity.

By your truth she shall be true---

Yes, I answered you last night;

When the viols played their best,

Guard her, by your truthful words,

Ever true, as wives of yore---

Nobly, as the thing is high;

Fit for Yes or fit for No.