That when you are weary, and wish to depart,
I, believing you true,
May have learned to love you,
And you’ll leave me all lonely, without any heart!
You have cautioned me well, and have done but your duty;
The proverb says truly, “Forearmed, when forewarned,”
And though I can boast not of wealth or of beauty,
I yield not one feeling, I think would be scorned.
When a lover I find
Who knows his own mind!