John Dovaston - The Muse lyrics

"The man that's poor and prosecutes the muse," Said I, "alas! is like to lose his cause." So I resolved with her to have a truce, Quite well aware I could not learn her laws. Though some a**ert that hers, like ours, have flaws Which let her pleaders 'peach. I'm even content To own her power and give my bickerings pause, A liegeman to her gambol government. For late, as sauntering through the woods I went, She met me smiling. "Come," said I, "let's plight Our troth again." Quoth she (with lips up-bent): "We're not so near akin but what we might!" So now we lead a joyous jangling life, And kiss and quarrel--just like man and wife.