The Passionate Printer To His Love

Austin Dobson

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Come live with me and be my Dear;
And till that happy bond shall lapse,
I'll set your Poutings in Brevier,
Your praises in the largest CAPS.

There's Diamond--'tis for your Eyes;
There's Ruby--that will match your Lips;
Pearl, for your Teeth; and Minion-size
To suit your dainty Finger-tips.

In Nonpareil I'll put your Face;
In Rubric shall your Blushes rise;
There is no Bourgeois in your Case;
Your Form can never need "Revise."

Your Cheek seems "Ready for the Press";
Your laugh as Clarendon is clear;
There's more distinction in your Dress
Than in the oldest Elzevir.

So with me live, and with me die;
And may no "Finis" e'er intrude
To break into mere "Printer's Pie"
The Type of our Beatitude!

(Erratum.--If my suit you flout,
And choose some happier Youth to wed,
'Tis but to cross "Amanda" out,
And read another name instead.)
Amandus Typographicus

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