Mother Earth is unaffected--
Is her beauty therefore less?
Is she gray or ill-complected?
I should call her some success.
Soft the murmur of the river,
Bright the shore that lines the sea--
Is the universe a flivver?
No, take it from me.

Castor loved the lady Phoebe
For no bought or borrowed wile;
Hillaira--wasn't she be-
Loved without excessive style?
Hippodamia slaved no fashions--
All that braver, elder time
Is replete with simple passions
Difficult to rhyme.

Nay, my Cynthia, sweet and smile-ish,
Take it from your own Propert,
Don't essay to be so stylish,
Don't attempt the harem skirt.
I am ever Yours Sincerely,
Past the shadow of a doubt,
Yours Forever, if you'll merely
Cut the frivol out.