COQUETRY. 
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DANDELION. 
Lcontodon. 
Language — COQUETRY. 
Think not I love him, though I ask for him: 
’Tis but a peevish boy — yet he talks well ; 
But what care I for words ? yet words do well 
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear. 
Shakspeare. 
Then, youth, thou fond believer, 
The wily siren shun: 
Who trusts the dear deceiver 
Will surely be undone. 
When beauty triumphs, ah, beware ! 
Her smile is hope ! her frown despair! 
Montgomery's Wanderer of Switzerland. 
I would sooner bind 
My thoughts to the open sky ; 
I would worship as soon a familiar star, 
That is bright to every eye. 
’Twere to love the wind that is free to all, 
The wave of the beautiful sea—• 
’Twere to hope for all the light in heaven, 
To hope for the love of thee. 
Wii.lis. 
Now I pray thee do not call 
My cousin a coquette, 
When I tell you she had danglers 
By the dozen in her net: 
For she was very beautiful, 
Bewildering and bright. 
Mrs. Osgood. 
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