To be snared by yon penniless girl, for himself
Must look out, for no finger he lays on my wealth."
"Well, that alters the case;
But I really must own
That, were I in your place,
I would leave them alone,
For Love's arrows sink deep, and our heart's blood they quaff,
While the little wretch dares at e'en locksmiths to laugh.
So it really is wiser to give your consent,
For you know you can't really the marriage prevent.