Stanzas to Kate,
On appearing before her after a casual
turn up.
                        
                     
                     “ —— A black eye in a recent scuffle,
                           
                           “ For sometimes we must box without the muffle.”
                           
                           Don Juan
                           .
                           
                        
All punish’d and penitent down on the 
knee,1
                        
                        knee,1
I bend to thee, Kate, to avert an adieu :2
                        
                        Oh, let not thine eyes, love, look black upon 
me.3
                        
                        me.3
Because mine are forc’d to look black upon 
you.4
                        you.4
Am I worse in your eyes, for being worse in 
my own?5
                        
                        my own?5
Are the women to punish, as well as the men?6
                        
                        I thought you’d have brought, when you 
found me alone,7
                        
                        found me alone,7
Opodeldoc and smiles to restore me again.8
                        You know I love sparring and poesy, Kate,9
                        
                        And scarcely care whether I’m hit at or 
kiss’d ;10
                        
                        kiss’d ;10
You know that Spring* equally makes me 
elate,11
                        
                        elate,11
With the blow of a flower, and the blow of 
a fist.12
                        a fist.12
You know as you walk’d one damp evening 
of late,13
                        
                        of late,13
With your beau at your side, that a bow 
in the sky14
                        
                        in the sky14
Arch’d its colours ethereal, and surely my 
Kate,15
                        
                        Kate,15
This must be the rainbow I had in my eye.16
                        Forgive me, and never, oh, never again,17
                        
                        I’ll cultivate light blue, or brown inebriety ;18
                        
                        I’ll give up all chance of a fracture or sprain,19
                        
                        And part, worse thin all, with Pierce Egan’s 
society.20
                        society.20
Forgive me, and mufflers I’ll carefully pull21
                        
                        O’er my knuckles hereafter, to make them 
well bred ;22
                        
                        well bred ;22
To mollify digs in the kidney with wool,23
                        
                        And temper with leather a punch of the head.24
                        And Kate !— if you’ll fib from your fore-
head that frown,25
                        
                        head that frown,25
And spar with a lighter and prettier tone ;26
                        
                        I’ll look,—if the swelling should ever go 
down,27
                        
                        down,27
And these eyes look again,—upon you, love, 
alone!28
                        alone!28
 * There is both a Boxer and a Season of this name.