Volume 146 — ARGUMENTUM AD FEMINAM.

Once, unless the tale's a myth, Chloe danced mid rustic song Indefatigably with Amorous Damon all day long. This was all the joy she knew (Quite enough, no doubt), and yet, Phyllis, when you gambol, you Rather gamble at roulette. Simple 'twas in suchlike days Wooing Chloe. Now, alas, You've no taste for simple ways, Much prefer green baize to grass. Fled your interest in swains; Nothing for my sighs you care; All your joy is little trains, Oddly dubbed "chemin de fer." Phyllis, if your fixed intent Is that you forsake the dance, Quit Arcadian merriment For exciting games of chance, I've the best of 'em by heaps: Come with me, my dear, and call At the Registrar's; he keeps One big gamble worth them all.