"--_Judge_.
"Love makes the world go 'round," quoted the Parlor Philosopher.
"Yes, but it has to be cranked," replied the Mere Man. "It isn't a
self-starter."
_Cupid_
Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
For he shoots with his bow,
And a girl shoots with her eye;
And they both are merry and glad,
And laugh when we do cry.
Then to make Cupid a boy
Was surely a woman's plan,
For a boy never learns so much
Till he has become a man.
And then he's so pierced with cares,
And wounded with arrowy smarts,
That the whole business of his life
Is to pick out the heads of the darts.
--_William Blake_.
Partake of love as a temperate man partakes of wine: do not become
intoxicated.--_A. de Musset_.
LUCK
VICAR--"Nothing to be thankful for! Why, think of poor old Hodge
losing his wife through the flu!"
GILES--"Well, that don't do me no good. I ain't Hodge."
Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls;
Long in one place she will not stay:
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
Kisses you quick and flies away.
But Madame Bad Luck soberly comes
And stays--no fancy has she for flitting;
Snatches of true-love songs she hums,
And sits by your bed, and brings her knitting.
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