The Passionate Printer To His Love

Come live with me and be my Dear; And till that happy bond shall lapse, I'll set your Poutings in Brevier, Your praises in the largest CAPS. There's Diamond--'tis for your Eyes; There's Ruby--that will match your Lips; Pearl, for your Teeth; and Minion-size To suit your dainty Finger-tips. In Nonpareil I'll put your Face; In Rubric shall your Blushes rise; There is no Bourgeois in your Case; Your Form can never need "Revise." Your Cheek seems "Ready for the Press"; Your laugh as Clarendon is clear; There's more distinction in your Dress Than in the oldest Elzevir. So with me live, and with me die; And may no "Finis" e'er intrude To break into mere "Printer's Pie" The Type of our Beatitude! (Erratum.--If my suit you flout, And choose some happier Youth to wed, 'Tis but to cross "Amanda" out, And read another name instead.) Amandus Typographicus