Feminine Arithmetic by Halpin

LAURA.

On me he shall ne’er put a ring,
So, mamma, ’tis in vain to take trouble–
For I was but eighteen in spring,
While his age exactly is double.

MAMMA

He’s but in his thirty-sixth year,
Tall, handsome, good-natured and witty,
And should you refuse him, my dear,
May you die an old maid without pity!

LAURA

His figure, I grant you, will pass,
And at present he’s young enough plenty;
But when I am sixty, alas!
Will not he be a hundred and twenty?

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