Ho! pretty page, with the dimpled chin,
  That never has known the barber’s shear,
All your wish is woman to win;
This is the way that boys begin,—
  Wait till you come to forty year.

Curly gold locks cover foolish brains;
  Billing and cooing is all your cheer,—
Sighing, and singing of midnight strains,
Under Bonnybell’s window...