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WOOING
WOOING
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1

'Yes,' I answered you last night;
'No,' this morning, sir, I say:
Colors seen by candle-light
Will not look the same by day.

E. B. BrowningThe Lady's "Yes."


2

Alas! to seize the moment
When heart inclines to heart,
And press a suit with passion,
Is not a woman's part.

If man come not to gather
The roses where they stand,
They fade among their foliage,
They cannot seek his hand.

BryantSong. Trans, from the Spanish of Iglesias.


3

Woo the fair one when around
Early birds are singing;
When o'er all the fragrant ground
Early herbs are springing:
When the brookside, bank,. and grove
All with blossom laden,
Shine with beauty, breathe of love,
Woo the timid maiden.

BryantLowe's Lessons.


4

Duncan Gray cam here to woo,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
On blithe Yulenight when we were foil,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't!
Maggie coost her head fu' high.
Looked asklent and unco skeigh,
Gart poor Duncan stand abeigh:
Ha, ha! the wooing o't!

BurnsDuncan Gray.


5

And let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan
A lady fair.
Wha does the utmost that he can
Will whyles do mair.

BurnsTo Dr. BlacMock.
(See also Fletcher)


6

The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet and precious.
Burns—Tam o'Shanter. St. 7.


7

Blessed is the wooing
That is not long a-doing.

 Quoted in BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy.
(See also Barham)


8

How often in the summer-tide,
His graver business set aside,
Has stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed
As to the pipe of Pan;
Stepped blithesomely with lover's pride
Across the fields to Anne.
Richard Burton—Across the Fields to Anne.
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 | text = <poem>He that will win his dame must do
As love does when he draws his bow;
With one hand thrust the lady from,
And with the other pull her home.
Butler-—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto I. L. 449.
She that with poetry is won,
Is but a desk to write upon;
And what men say of her they mean
No more than on the thing they lean.
Butler—Hudibras. Pt. II. Canto I. L. 591.


Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes;
But not too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes:
Disguise even tenderness, if thou art wise.
Byron—CMde Harold. Canto II. St. 34.


Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs.
Byron—Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 34.


'Tis an old lesson; time approves it true,
And those who know it best, deplore it most;
When all is won that all desire to woo,
The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.
Byron—Childe Harold. Canto II. St. 35.


And whispering, "I will ne'er consent"—consented.
 | author = Byron
 | work = Don Juan. Canto I. St. 117.
 | seealso = (See also Raleigh)
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 | text = <poem>There is a tide in the affairs of women
Which, taken at the flood, leads—God knows where.
 | author = Byron
 | work = Don Juan. Canto VI. St 2.


Some are soon bagg'd but some reject three
’Tis fine to see them scattering refusals
And wild dismay, o'er every angry cousin
(Friends of the party) who begin accusals,
Such as—"Unless Miss (Blank) meant to have
chosen
Poor Frederick, why did she accord perusals
To his billets? Why waltz with him? Why, I
pray,
Look yes last night, and yet say No to-day?"
 | author = Byron
 | work = Don Juan. Canto XII. St. 34.


17

'Tis enough—
Who listens once will listen twice;
Her heart be sure is not of ice,
And one refusal no rebuff.

ByronMazeppa. St. 6.


18

Better be courted and jilted
Than never be courted at all.
Campbell-—The Jilted Nymph.
 | seealso = (See also Tennyson under Love)
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 | text = <poem>Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a lovelorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing;
Wed or cease to woo.
Campbell—The Maid's Remonstrance.


20

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her Love,
And thus the Soldier arm'd with Resolution
Told his soft Tale, and was a thriving Wooer/
Colley Cibber—Richard III. (Altered). Act
II. Sc. 1.