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- 1816
- MODERN LOVE
- by John Keats
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- And what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
- For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
- A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
- That silly youth doth think to make itself
- Divine by loving, and so goes on
- Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
- Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara,
- And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
- Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
- And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
- Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world,
- If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts,
- It is no reason why such agonies
- Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
- Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
- The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say
- That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.
- THE END
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