An owl's they might be now.
What is it, asketh thou?
Is't love, or is't ennui?
'Tis both at once, I vow.
Late resounds the early strain;
Weal and woe in song remain.
DIFFERENT THREATS.
I once into a forest far
My maiden went to seek,
And fell upon her neck, when: "Ah!"
She threatened, "I will shriek!"
Then cried I haughtily: "I'll crush
The man that dares come near thee!"
"Hush!" whispered she: "my loved one, hush!
Or else they'll overhear thee!"
WHO'LL BUY CUPID?
Of all the wares so pretty
That come into the city,
There's none are so delicious,
There's none are half so precious,
As those which we are bringing.
Oh, listen to our singing!
Young loves to sell? young loves to sell!
My pretty loves who'll buy?
First look you at the oldest,
