(Whose Name Is Amanda.) With Apologies To The Shade Of Christopher Marlowe. Come Live With Me And Be My Dear; And Till That Happy Bond Shall Lapse, I'll Set Your Poutings In Brevier,[L] 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 "Printers' 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.)