Love the girls ere they grow surly,
Or forget how to be wooed.
"Till with vines the millstone teemeth,
And the mill-race runs with wine,
While life's current in us streameth,
Thou art mine and I am thine."
Ivo thanked Babbett warmly for the pretty song; but Constantine immediately followed it up with
"I'm as poor as a mouse:
There's no door to my house,
There's no lock to my door,