TO A LADY
With a Pair of Glows on St. Valentine's Day
Brimful of anger, not of love,
The champion sends his foe one glove;
But I who have a double share
Of softer passion, send a pair.
Nor think it, dearest Celia, cruel
That I invite you to a duel;
Ready to meet you face to face,
At any time, in any place;
Nor will I leave you in the lurch
Tho' you should dare to name the church.
There come equipp'd with all your charms
The ring and licence are my arms;
With these I mean your power to try,
And meet my charmer tho' I die.
George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham.
With a Pair of Glows on St. Valentine's Day
Brimful of anger, not of love,
The champion sends his foe one glove;
But I who have a double share
Of softer passion, send a pair.
Nor think it, dearest Celia, cruel
That I invite you to a duel;
Ready to meet you face to face,
At any time, in any place;
Nor will I leave you in the lurch
Tho' you should dare to name the church.
There come equipp'd with all your charms
The ring and licence are my arms;
With these I mean your power to try,
And meet my charmer tho' I die.
George Villiers, Duke of Buckingham.
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