A COAT-OF-ARMS
Rose says her family is so old—
Older than yours, perhaps? Ah, me!
. . . (How wise she is! Who could have told
So much to such a child as she?
Older than yours, perhaps? Ah, me!
. . . (How wise she is! Who could have told
So much to such a child as she?
If these sweet sisters teach her this,
Their veils are vanity, I fear.) . . .
Pray, what comes next, my lovely miss?
——— You want a coat-of-arms, my dear!
Their veils are vanity, I fear.) . . .
Pray, what comes next, my lovely miss?
——— You want a coat-of-arms, my dear!
Ah!—other people have such things?
Rose had ancestors, too—an earl?
Tell Rose you have the blood of kings,
And show it—when you blush, my girl!
Rose had ancestors, too—an earl?
Tell Rose you have the blood of kings,
And show it—when you blush, my girl!
I am not jesting; I could name,
Among the greatest, one or two
Who have the right (divine) to claim
Remote relationship with you.
Among the greatest, one or two
Who have the right (divine) to claim
Remote relationship with you.
