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 In vice, perverseness, folly, and caprice, Would lunch off nightingales: well, what's their mark? Shall it be chalk or charcoal, white or dark?
 * "To ride a stick, to build a paper house,

Play odd and even, harness mouse and mouse, If a grown man professed to find delight In things like these, you'd call him mad outright. "Well now, should reason force you to admit That love is just as childish, every whit; To own that whimpering at your mistress' door Is e'en as weak as building on the floor; Say, will you put conviction into act, And, like young Polemo, at once retract; Take off the signs and trappings of disease, Your leg-bands, tippets, furs, and muffatees, As he slipped off his chaplets, when the word Of sober wisdom all his being stirred?
 * "Give a cross child an apple: 'Take it, pet:'

He sulks and will not: hold it back, he'll fret. Just so the shut-out lover, who debates And parleys near the door he vows he hates, In doubt, when sent for, to go back or no, Though, if not sent for, he'd be sure to go. 'She calls me: ought I to obey her call, Or end this long infliction once for all? The door was shut:'tis open: ah, that door! Go back? I won't, however she implore.' So he. Now listen while the slave replies, And say if of the two he's not more wise: