’Tis true, but crude; ’twould make her apprehensive);
“My life is yours—I lay it at your feet”
(Having no choice but Hymen or the Fleet).
“Give me the right to stand within the shrine
Where never yet my faltering feet intruded;
Give me the right to call you wholly mine”—
(That is, consols and three-per-cents. included);
“To guard your rest from every care that cankers—
To keep your life”—(and balance at your banker’s).
“Compel me not to long for your reply;