To make me happy, or my sire or me:—
Doretta surely was a housewife wise:
It seem’d the older custom, thus to wed:
He young had been, had whims.—God bless us all.”
LIV.
Oft, after that, I urged him ne’er to wed
One whom he could not love. He only sigh’d:
“This heart of mine that once loved you, Pauline,
How could it love again with love as true?
Yet what, if not? My soul was immature,