“Take them—pray take them—I resign them quite!
And there’s the glove you gave me leave to steal—
And there’s the handkerchief, so pure and white,
Once sanctified by tears, when Miss O’Neill—
But no—you did not—cannot—do not feel
A Juliet’s faith, that time could only harden!
Fool that I was, in my mistaken zeal!
I should have led you,—by your leave and pardon—
To Bartley’s Orrery, not Covent Garden!”
