THESE three things Man feareth: Oysters out of season,
A Babe that plays with fire, and a Woman who can _reason_!
2
Last year's sandals and yesterday's fish,
Last night's kisses and last week's wish
Are, to a Man, things gone and past;
Likewise _the woman before the last_!
3
The soul of a man is white--or black, or yellow, or dun;
But a woman's soul is a rainbow and a Roman sash in one.
4
Empty the words of the prayer, when the Pharisee prayeth aloud;
Empty the words of love, when he praiseth thee in a crowd.
Yet, he that is cold in the crowd, but seeketh thine ear when alone,
In the land of the Great God Isis by the name of "Cad" shall be known.
5
As the pearl that I dropped in the glass can never again be mine,
So many a pearl of woman's love hath a man dissolved--in wine.
6
Geese walk not alone; sheep will follow sheep;
So this little maxim I would have ye keep:
Would ye conquer _all_ men, make a fool of _one_--
The rest will turn toward thee, as lilies to the sun.
7
The young man calleth for wine, the old for crystal water.
Seek not to enslave a _boy_ till thou art thirty, Daughter.
8
When the game is over, vain the loser's sigh.
To thy parting lover, wave a gay good-by!
'Neath the storm-cloud bending, see the lily laugh.
If Love's reign be ending--write his epitaph!
Deck his grave with iris; blot away his name.
Isis and Osiris, make thy Daughter _game_!
9
Flatter him boldly, Daughter, be he old or wise or callow;
For there is no meed of flattery that a man will fail to swallow.
Yet, after a time, desist; lest perchance, in his vanity,
He wonder why such a demi-god should stoop to a worm like thee!
10
Call the bald man, "Boy;" make the sage thy toy;
Greet the youth with solemn face; praise the fat man for his grace.
WHERE IS THE SWEET,
OLD-FASHIONED WIFE
WHO USED TO GET UP
AT 6 O'CLOCK IN THE
MORNING AND COOK
HER HUSBAND'S
BREAKFAST? GONE,
GONE, ALAS, WITH
THE SWEET OLD-FASHIONED
HUSBAND
WHO USED TO COME
HOME AT 6 O'CLOCK
IN THE EVENING AND
_STAY THERE_
FINALE
ALL the love routes lead to a kiss--but some men make love with the
directness of an express train, some as haltingly as a local and some
with the charm, smoothness and va
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