Classic Poem

Come live with me and be my Dear;
And till that happy bond shall lapse,
I'll set your Poutings in Brevier ,
Your Praises in the largest CAPS.

There's Diamond — 'tis for your Eyes;
There's Ruby — that will match your Lips;
Pearl , for your Teeth; and Minion -size
To suit your dainty Finger-tips.

In Nonpareil I'll put your Face;
In Rubric shall your Blushes rise;
There is no Bourgeois in your Case ;
Your Form can never need " Revise ."

Your Cheeks seem " Ready for the Press ";
Your Laugh as Clarendon is clear;
There's more distinction in your Dress
Than in the oldest Elzevir .

So with me live, and with me die;
And may no " Finis " e'er intrude
To break into mere " Printers' Pie "
The Type of our Beatitude!

(E RRATUM . — If my suit you flout,
And choose some happier Youth to wed,
'Tis but to cross A MANDA out,
And read another name instead.)
A MANDUS T YPOGRAPHICUS .