Why should CHILDE HAROLD try the married state? Is it from love and genuine passion? O no. Mourn, Lady, mourn your melancholy fate, Soon will you say I'm married, but Cui Bono?
Of Grecian Courtesans the maudlin Mate, Can the CHILDE act a British Husband's part? Lady, I ween you'll find your wants too late, No CHILD but one, a CHILDE without a heart.
Yclad in auncient SPENSER'S rags and patches He plays at verse with wondrous waste of thought; And tho' Reviewers venal praise he catches, Nought are his love and lays; his love and lays are nought.
