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Show TO MY LADY'S SLEEVE. "Oh, frigid fair! mark well my pain; Behold me as I grieve. Sc-Aiething hath come betwixt uy twain; It Is my lady's sleeve." There was a time her arm in mine She was content to leave. Far from her side I woeful pine, Jjividetl by her sleeve. Once round her -waist my Viand. I pressed, A kiss I did achieve. But now she spurns nio coldly, lest I crush my lady's sleeve. Oh, fatal fullness, furs and frills, That all my hopes deceive! Oh, fertile source of lovers' ills! Oh, nightmare of the sleeve! Tain would I gage my lady's troth; Full fain would I believe That mine's the heart she Is so loath To wear upon her sleeve. There's Dick and ITarry.Tom and Jack, Who each her smiles receive. I tremble, hating all the pack. Lest some knave's up her sleeve. Ye arbiters of fate! Ye gods "Who women's fashions weave! Forbear to put us 'gainst such odds As prove my lady's sleeve. To Ecdforn, Fenwick, Wcith, I call,' Grant us poor men reprievel To ladies' tailors, one and all. Take In ray lady's 6leeve! London World. |