No Longer Jealous

I REMEMBER the time ere his temples were grey,

And I frowned at the things he’d the boldness to say,

But now he’s grown old, he may say what he will,

I laugh at his nonsense and take nothing ill.

Indeed I must say he’s a little improved,

For he watches no longer the “slily beloved,”

No longer as once he awakens my fears,

Not a glance he perceives, not a whisper he hears.

If he heard one of late, it has never transpired,

For his only delight is to see me admired;

And now pray what better return can I make,

Than to flirt and be always admired—for his sake?