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like to hear pretty woman lie-- Ii shows her talent and her bel esprit l like 10 hear pretty woman sigh, Complaining of her husband unto me, Ii proves that she's a fool--Iikewise that Some day shall be to her, touJours cheri- (To so much virtue do not pretend, As some who have stock on hand to lend; Who look on women, wine and cards with

 horror,

 All, things that have dabbled with. and Again sometime-if l can chance to bor-

 row

 Hypocrisy from them, 10 hold ai bay . This righteous world)-I like woman's

 sorrow,

 Her tears too~--like the dewy April spray like their solitude and sentiment. That IS when they upon my arm are ieant, All, all alone within some quiet nook But mawkish sentiment, and in hovel-- All read, conned from some saoeet, Pretty

 book,

 Of poetry misund derstood-or novel; I'd sooner be upon Brahmin's hook, Or heated in Saint Domnico's big shovel, Than have a woman dinging in my ears, Such gentteT music of the situer spheres. Love in cottageis pleasant thing With honey suckles and Venetian blinds, When odorons flowers to every crevice

 cling,

 An6 round corinthiau pillars ivy winds, When all the air is fall of birds that sing,