"You ne'er can get a Key?
"Just think, if I should wear a wig,
"How would you like me, Zadie?
"I'm sure you'll give it up, my sweet,
"Do—there's a gentle Lady!"
The Maiden laugh'd a silv'ry laugh;—
"The white stars set and shiver;
"The lover who bids for Zadie's heart
"And hand, must make up his mind to part
"With the Gift—or part for ever"