His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.
Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.
Coming events cast their shadows before.
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.
Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!