Hi, Love, what would you be at?
What an impudent thing
To make game of a king!'
'But I'M a king also,' cried Love on the wing.

Little boy Love grew pettish one day;
'If you keep on complaining,' he swore,
'I'll pack both my bow and my quiver away,
And so I shall plague you no more.'
'Hey, Love, you mustn't do that!
Hi, Love, what would you be at?
You may ruin our ease,
You may do what you please,
But we can't do without you, you dear little tease!'



A PARABLE



The cheese-mites asked how the cheese got there,
And warmly debated the matter;
The Orthodox said that it came from the air,
And the Heretics said from the platter.
They argued it long and they argued it strong,
And I hear they are arguing now;
But of all the choice spirits who lived in the cheese,
Not one of them thought of a cow,