Litchfield enquirer., 1837-11-02
FoR THE ENQUIRER. .E.. An extract from an unpublished Play.
 . ACT II. -E l.I


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 ENTER JoRN. John. 1wishsh come, forhow I'm cool and calm, And could attend this bartering of hearts So asto make pretty profit-nOt in goods And chattels-bbt in what's worth still more The hearts affections. Strange how wound From one of Cupids darts our feelings change! Once my love I'd not have given to any girl @ In Christendom, unless with golden charms She d been well stored-but now, for these, one fig care not-and all have, and am, I'd give For one of 'Lzzas kind, angelic smiles. But hark! she comes! tf E. ENTER ELIzABETH. ~s# saa @it Your most obedient Miss! A pleasant evening this!
 Etiza. Pleasant perhaps to some. The Poets genius I've heard fash'd brightest in such storms these, And such they revel'd in; but they accord -..e Not we'll with spirits light and gay as mine. J. What blunder have now made! [Asidel True; but methought as you came in ..,t The sunshine of your eyes must needs have banishd Natures clouds and H..-. E. [lronicaly.] Go on; For do love the f1atterer's glozed words, They breathe such truth and friendship. J. Liza cannot fatter thee; for words Can neer express my estimation Of thy worth. E. Indeed! those words were passing sweet: But other themes methinks than praise ofme Here to my face would suit thee better. J. Well, let us talk of love-and a tale Will tell-a tale -8.. . E. t Then let it be of genuine love; Something like that in knighthood's days, When lovers proved their love by deeds Heroic and won their mistress favor Not by fair words-but risking limb and life t,.- For sake of those they lov'd. J. What daring, dang'rous deeds would'st thou re- To prove thy lover's heart sincere? [qnire E. [Laughangly.l Oh something the brave Don Quix- A windmill fight perhaps. [otte like; J. But all, cannot in these degenerate days '@ Procure steed as brave as Rosinante And now, if some poor soul Ike me, should VOW Thou vast his Gght and life, and thee he lovd Better than aught this world contain'd, Say, would'st thou no more lenient be? E. Lake dlee {? hou talk oflove7 Why, knowst thou not that adamantine hearts Can never feel this tender passionl J. 'Ilizza wish that thou my marble heart Could'st see-then, thou would'st know that it can Words nor deeds can never do it justice. [feel- I, myself in forefront of the battles heat Might place, or take pilgrimage To some far land-but thus my love neer could tell. Love cannot thus be told-yet it can speak: It has language of it's own, by none well-spoken- Understood by none, ercepting those who feel .' Its fame Sometimes the mantlng blush Speaks more than softest words off lady's-man, And bruvest feats of erant-kneht combined. And though love is soul-subdung passion, Which all others conquers and which yields to none, Which crazes the poet, subjugates the warrior; Fame's aspirant wins from his aim, yet it Doth never vaunt itself but moveth gently. And little do it's victims care for honor, ...y Wealth, or fame-for they are nought compared With the sweet joy love gives; and more the proudest Would prize place at feet ofher it lov'd, [heart Than brightest name that hero most renown'd Has ever won And now, here on my knees = 3s g.. 4ats [IHe curtain falls Co scft music.]
 CornsraL Sept. IA, 1887.