| Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922. | | | | No Longer Jealous | | By Walter Savage Landor |
| | | 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. | |
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| Indeed I must say he’s a little improved, | 5 |
| 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. | |
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| If he heard one of late, it has never transpired, | |
| For his only delight is to see me admired; | 10 |
| And now pray what better return can I make, | |
| Than to flirt and be always admired—for his sake? | | | | |
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