  GREAT Antony, I drink to thee, The Roman lover bold, Who knew the worth of love and earth And gave the dross for gold. Rich Antony, I envy thee, Who hadst a world to stake, And, win or lose, didst bravely choose To risk it for Her sake. Poor Antony, I pity thee, So small a world was thine, I’d scorn to lay the prize to-day Before my Valentine! James Jeffrey Roche. |
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