“Quoth tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid,
Lead we not here a jolly life
Betwixt the shine and shade?
“Quoth heart of neither maid nor wife
To tongue of neither wife nor maid,
Thou wagg’st, but I am worn with strife,
And feel like flowers that fade.”
That is a masterpiece, but so is this:—
“Nay, but you who do not love her,