Loves me!—why, yes, and so he did the pears
You caught him stealing—would he had the fears! 390
Would you could make him tremble for his life,
And then to you return the stolen wife,
Richly endow’d—but, O! the idiot knows
The worth of every penny he bestows.
“Were he but fool alone, I’d find a way
To govern him, at least to have my day;
Or were he only brute, I’d watch the hour,
And make the brute-affection yield me power;