Not at Home

That Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know; but ne’er expect to find Love without Jealousy.

She has a strange cast in her ee, A swart sour-visaged maid-- But yet Love’s own twin-sister she, His house-mate and his shade.

Ask for her and she’ll be denied:-- What then? they only mean Their mistress has lain down to sleep, And can’t just then be seen.

?183O.

NAMES

[FROM LESSING]

I ask’d my fair one happy day, What I should call her in my lay; By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Nesera, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece.

“Ah!” replied my gentle fair, “Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.”

Morning Post, August 27,1799.