When thou hast sworn some idle vow.
But not for love, no! not for this;
For thou wilt sell thy bridal kiss.
IV.
I mean, thy friends will sell thy love,
As loves are sold in England, here.
A man will buy my golden dove,—
I doubt he'll find his bargain dear!
He'll lose the wine; he'll buy the bowl,
The life, the limbs, but not the soul.