James Bland Burges Poems

Stand aside, Sir, I pray—
Let your wife, Sir, have her way,
What d'you mean by thus interposing?
I hope, Sir, I can tell
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Guzman. Thanks, Master Sancho, I'm your servant.
Our bargain's made, so here's my hand.
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When a man is fatigu'd with the toils of the day,
No med'cine like sherries can drive care away;
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Ah! how, when assur'd of her faith and love,
Could I forfeit the prize, and with happiness part?
How could I inconstant to tenderness prove,
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Alas! could fond woman but know
What anguish love brings in his train,
She would fly from the treacherous foe,
And render his stratagems vain.
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Love like an April day beguiles,
Each moment brings new changes;
From cold to heat, from frowns to smiles,
Capriciously he ranges.
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Oh God of Love! our efforts aid;
Protect a fond believing maid:
The pangs she has endur'd redress,
And crown our efforts with success!
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Oh! had a lover serv'd me so,
In spite of all his merit,
I would be well reveng'd, and shew,
Tho' I lov'd, I still had spirit.
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