The Walter Robin Manuscripts

When the huntsman's hounds the shy hart pursue: All scents else are shunned, until the brave kill.; Unlike the lover who'd two ladies woo; When diverse pursuit will wear out his will.
Although two loves may prove a double Muse,: What man would have wit's invention divided,; When he must never their twain names confuse; As into four ears his thoughts are confided?
Feeding two chicks on gallánt gifts of gold,: What man desires to deplete his stash?; One she alone is twice too much a scold; What man would request a second tongue's lash?
If folly's fool must pitied be
Then pity me, for I love three.

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