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NETS AND CAGES. THOMAS MOORE.

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Come, listen to my story, while

Your needle's task you ply;

At what I sing some maids will smile,

While some, perhaps, may sigh.

Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames

Such florid songs as ours,

Yet Truth, sometimes, like eastern dames,

Can speak her thoughts by flowers.

Then listen, maids, come listen, while

Your needle's task you ply;

At what I sing there's some may smile,

While some, perhaps, will sigh.

Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves,

Such nets had learn'd to frame,

That none, in all our vales and groves,

Ere caught so much small game:

While gentle Sue, less given to roam,

When Cloe's nets were taking

These flights of birds, sat still at home,

One small, neat Love-cage making.

Come, listen, maids, etc.

Much Cloe laugh'd at Susan's task;

But mark how things went on:

These light-caught Loves, ere you could ask

Their name and age, were gone!

So weak poor Cloe's nets were wove,

That, though she charm'd into them

New game each hour, the youngest Love

Was able to break through them.

Come, listen, maids, etc.

Meanwhile, young Sue, whose cage was wrought

Of bars too strong to sever,

One love with golden pinions caught,

And caged him there forever;

Instructing thereby, all coquettes,

Whate'er their looks or ages,

That, though 'tis pleasant weaving Nets,

'Tis wiser to make Cages.

Thus, maidens, thus do I beguile

The task your fingers ply—

May all who hear, like Susan smile,

Ah! not like Cloe sigh!

The Humorous Poetry of the English Language; from Chaucer to Saxe

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