“His heart to me is single, it beats for me alone.”
“Come, come,” cried Cupid, “impossible! Such hearts I’ve never known.
“The best in my collection has been mended once or twice,
But here’s a heart that may suit you, if you’re willing to pay the price.
“It’s a heart that is sad and lonely, a trifle hard and cold,
It seems to be rather scarred and worn—in fact, it’s getting old.
“It’s somewhat fickle and jealous, a bit impatient, too;
And it’s branded with several maidens’ names—Coralie, Rose, and Loo.”
“Why, that’s the very heart I want,” said the lady, “give it to me;
That’s the one I’ve been describing to you, the heart of Lothario Lee.”