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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Way of Wooing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A maiden sat at her window wide,<br>Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,<br>Yet nobody came to claim her.<br>She sat like a beautiful picture there,<br>With pretty bluebells and roses fair,<br>And jasmine-leaves to frame her.<br>And why she sat there nobody knows;<br>But this she sang as she plucked a rose,<br>The leaves around her strewing:<br>&quot;I've time to lose and power to choose;<br>'T is not so much the gallant who woos,<br>But the gallant's WAY of wooing!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lover came riding by awhile,<br>A wealthy lover was he, whose smile<br>Some maids would value greatly -<br>A formal lover, who bowed and bent,<br>With many a high-flown compliment,<br>And cold demeanour stately,<br>&quot;You've still,&quot; said she to her suitor stern,<br>&quot;The 'prentice-work of your craft to learn,<br>If thus you come a-cooing.<br>I've time to lose and power to choose;<br>'T is not so much the gallant who woos,<br>As the gallant's WAY of wooing!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A second lover came ambling by -<br>A timid lad with a frightened eye<br>And a colour mantling highly.<br>He muttered the errand on which he'd come,<br>Then only chuckled and bit his thumb,<br>And simpered, simpered shyly.<br>&quot;No,&quot; said the maiden, &quot;go your way;<br>You dare but think what a man would say,<br>Yet dare to come a-suing!<br>I've time to lose and power to choose;<br>'T is not so much the gallant who woos,<br>As the gallant's WAY of wooing!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A third rode up at a startling pace -<br>A suitor poor, with a homely face -<br>No doubts appeared to bind him.<br>He kissed her lips and he pressed her waist,<br>And off he rode with the maiden, placed<br>On a pillion safe behind him.<br>And she heard the suitor bold confide<br>This golden hint to the priest who tied<br>The knot there's no undoing;<br>With pretty young maidens who can choose,<br>'T is not so much the gallant who woos,<br>As the gallant's WAY of wooing!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Schwenck+Gilbert">William Schwenck Gilbert</a><div class=q>
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Pretty enough for a Prince's bride,
Yet nobody came to claim her.
She sat like a beautiful picture there,
With pretty bluebells and roses fair,
And jasmine-leaves to frame her.
And why she sat there nobody knows;
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