Then hasten, my good friend, to offer thyself.
A lover’s whole life is but self-sacrifice;
He wins not a heart, save his own heart’s the price.
A heart I once courted with soft blandishment;
With pretexts was put off, most magniloquent.
I said my heart brimful was quite with her love;
Said she: “Hold thy tongue, now; that theme let’s not move.”210
What have you been doing, you two eyes of mine?
Why saw you that cruel one? Left me to pine?
Presumptuous man! Didst thou hold her so cheap,