Helen Rowland,
The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
“ OULD you the spangle of existence spend In Matrimony? Slow about, my Friend! A maiden's hair is more oft false than true, And on the chemist may her blush depend. [54] MAIDEN'S hair is more oft false than true! Aye, and her Modiste is, perchance, the clue, Could you but know it, to her sylph-like grace, And, peradventure, to her Figure, too. ”
Helen Rowland,
The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
“ A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate! [84] OVE, but the Vision of a dear desire! Marriage, the Ashes, whence has fled the fire! Cast into chains which you, yourself, have forged! Caught, like a sheep upon a stray barbed wire!. . . . . . [85] H Thou, who first the Apple Tree didst shake, And e'en in Eden flirted with the Snake, Still, as in that first moment 'neath the Bough, Dost thou, to-day, of Man a puppet make! ”
Helen Rowland,
The Rubáiyát of a Bachelor
“ Nor whence, his heart with madness overflowing; Then out of it—and thence, without a pause, Into another, willy-nilly blowing. [15] HAT if the conscience feel, perchance, a sting? No danger waits him—save the Wedding Ring. A Kiss is not the sin that yesterday It was—for that was Lent, and this is Spring! [16] OME simple ones may sigh for wealth or fame, And some, for the sweet Domestic Life, and tame; But ah! give me a supper, a cigar, A charming Woman—and the old Love-Game! ”
