And if I have read in her soul aright,
She thinks him a consort meet.
“But thou knowest, without her father’s yea,
(On the flow’rets the dew-drops shine)
’Tis all labour lost; but, the truth to say,
I to favour this match incline.
“But goods must be given in change for goods;
(The sunbeams redden the sky)
And heretofore ’twixt Giants and Gods
Hath not flourish’d much amity.