Counsel

“MY Misho! tell me, tell me, pray, Where wert thou wandering yesterday?” ‘I did not ramble—did not roam; A wretched head-ache kept me home.’ “A thousand times I’ve said, I think, No widows love—no water drink! But thou, a thoughtless unbeliever, Wilt water drink, and get a fever; Wilt give to widows thine affection, And find remorse, or find rejection; Now take my counsel,—drink of wine, And be a virgin maiden thine!”