LONGEVITY VERSE
Gain eternal youth,
you may have to lie
should a girl give you
the glad eye.
Two hundred years old
and she twenty.
Oh you old rogue
with youth a-plenty !
WITHER NOT LADY ROSE
What a witch-woman !
Nose like a hook.
Warts and wild eyes,
deadly withering look.
What a witch-woman !
Beware rose-flower.
Wizened is envy
this witching hour.
A FAR-STAR INFLUENCE OR NOT
You do not think, girl,
astrology to be true,
but the starry-portrayals
are all around you.
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