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Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
— Maid
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!
A damsel with a dulcimer Singing of Mount Abora.
Though friendships differ endless in degree, The friend I've wept and the maid I woo.
If Love the Virgin's Heart invade, Still plays about the Flame!
Yonder a maid and her wight Ere their story die.
Should ever the fine-eyed maid to me be kind; That often must have seen a poet frantic.
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; One grand sweet song
The heart of a man to the heart of a maid — And the world is all at our feet.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
Some times with secure delight Dancing in the Chequer'd shade.
The great renewal of the world will perhaps consist in this, that man and maid, freed of all false feelings and reluctances, will seek each other not as opposites, but as brother and sister, as neighbors, and will come together as human beings.
The rude sea grew civil at her song, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
He that would woo a maid must feign, lie and flatter, But he that woos a widow must down with his britches and at her.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways And very few to love.
If you can kiss the mistress, never kiss the maid.
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?" "Nobody asked you sir," she said.
