JUST CAUSE.

I love you for your splendid hair,

Your violet eyes, your swaying waist,

Whose curves exactly suit my taste;

Your radiant smile, your dimples rare.

I love you for your store of pelf,

Of course; but most of all, my sweet,

Because of this--whene'er we meet,

_You let me talk about myself!_

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Punch, or The London Charivari, Volume 105, July 22nd, 1893 · 第 5 / 25 题