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"The Book of Odes", by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908],

p. 51

"Faint Heart\"

I pray you, dear,

My little hamlet leave,

Nor break my willow-boughs;

'Tis not that I should grieve,

But I fear my sire to rouse.

Love pleads with passion disarrayed,--

"A sire's commands must be obeyed."

I pray you, dear,

Leap not across my wall,

Nor break my mulberry-boughs;

Not that I fear their fall,

But, lest my brother's wrath should rouse,

Love pleads with passion disarrayed,--

"A brother's words must be obeyed."

I pray you, dear,

Steal not my garden down,

Nor break my sandal-trees;

Not that I care for these,

But, oh! I dread the talk of town.

Should lovers have their wilful way,

Whatever would the neighbours say?