OLIVER GOLDSMITH
Memory
O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever,
And turning all the past to pain:
Thou, like the world, th' oppress' d oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe :
And he who wants each other blessing In thee must ever find a foe.
��ROBERT CUNNINGHAME-GRAHAM OF GARTMORE 469. If "Doughty Tteects
TF doughty deeds my lady please,
- Right soon I'll mount my steed;
And strong his arm and fast his seat,
That bears frae me the meed. I'll wear thy colours in my cap,
Thy picture in my heart ; And he that bends not to thine eye Shall rue it to his smart!
Then tell me how to woo thee, Love ;
O tell me how to woo thee ! For thy dear sake nae care I'll take, Tho' ne'er another trow me.
If gay attire delight thine eye
I'll dight me in array; I'll tend thy chamber door all night,
And squire thee all the day.
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