All I possess, and almost all I know;
And shall I for my friend no hazard run,
Who seeks no more for all his love has done?
“’Tis but to meet and bow, to talk and smile,
To act a part, and put on love awhile;
And the good knight shall see, this trial made, 350
That I have just his talents to persuade;
For why the lady should her heart bestow }
On me, or I of her enamour’d grow, }
There’s none can reason give, there’s none can danger show.” }