Happily another’s rather than my own

With the reproach of selfishness, the knowledge

That thou wert sacrificed for my poor love.

F. If women differ little, what of men?

St. Nicholas loves you, and would give you rank.

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L. Thou knowst thou wrongst me, Frederick, turning thus

My love of thee to banter of my love.

F. I only banter where you dare be grave.

L. Because thou knowest, Love, I desire not wealth.