Sneer at the hotel menu.
Weep for the widow and pauper;
Sparkle with diamond and ring;
Waken us out of our torpor;
Ogle and smile when you sing.
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Speak of the church and the altar,
Whisper of death and of earth;
Teach your soft voices to falter
When you are bursting with mirth.
Talk of respecting a lover,
How you would feel his neglect;
Should you a virtue discover,
Seek for an equal defect.
Praise your own modest endeavor;
Love to be faithful and pure.
With such attractions, if ever,
You will find husbands, I 'm sure.
Z.