Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Oliver HerfordTruth
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That I never will compare
Eyes of yours to starlight cold,
Or your locks to sunlight’s gold,
Or your lips, I’d have you know,
To the crimson Jacqueminot.
When you get so much a line;
Since I don’t, I scorn to tell
Flattering lies. I like too well
Sun and stars and Jacqueminot
To flatter them, I’d have you know.