THRICE WORDS

Excerpt from Thrice Words: Or Rhymes or ReasonsNo lover who unbosoms shafts of Cupid Shot in the dark, aimed blindly at the neck, Am I; than be arraigned such blooming dupe I'd With horns or cap and bells my skull bedeck.No poet but a Kansan - for my health The prairies swarm with invalids who feel ease In every robust enterprise for wealth.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.