Ev'ry wish, although nonsense, directly obeyed is."
Then her hands clasping tight, on his knees down he plumped,
(While the echoing walls cried to hear the floor thumped),
Saying, "Sweetest of angels! my darling! my deary!
Do just listen a moment, I pray thee, and hear me.
For you know that of nectar you are the sweet essence,
Those who fail to admire you, than none sure have less sense.
'Tis myself is the slave in whose praise I was speaking,
Who, when wedded to you, would be prouder than the king.
Then consent to be mine—dearest one, don't say No,