How happens it, my cruel miss, You`re always giving me the mitten? You seem to have forgotten this: That you no longer are a kitten! A woman that has reached the years Of that which people call discretion Should put aside all childish fears And see in courtship no transgression. A mother`s solace may be sweet, But Hymen`s tenderness is sweeter; And though all virile love be meet, You`ll find the poet`s love is metre.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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