Sir John Carr
Sir John Carr Poems
Epigram On Winning A Young Lady’s Money At Cards
How fairly Fortune all her gifts imparts;
We win your money, Ann, and you our hearts.
A Song I
These shades were made for Love alone,-
Here only smiles and kisses sweet
Shall play around his flow'ry throne,
And doves shall sentinel the seat.
Come, Delia! 'tis a genial day;
It bids us to his bow'r repair:-
'But what will little Cupid say?'-
'Say! sweet?-why, give a welcome there.'