"A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away."
"Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks of pies! You lie down to your shady slumber And wake with a bug in your ear, And your damsel that walks in the morning Is shod like a mountaineer."
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Source: Nathaniel Parker Willis (1850). “Sacred Poems”, p.257
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