How Happens It, My Cruel Miss, You're Always Giving Me The Mitten? You Seem To Have Forgotten This: That You No Longer Are A Kitten! A Woman That Has Reached The Years Of That Which People Call Discretion Should Put Aside All Childish Fears And See In Courtship No Transgression. A Mother'S Solace May Be Sweet, But Hymen'S Tenderness Is Sweeter; And Though All Virile Love Be Meet, You'll Find The Poet'S Love Is Metre.