My choice is made—I know I’m right—
Who wed for love starvation suffer;
So I will study day and night
To please and win a rich OLD BUFFER.
Romance is very fine, I own;
Reality is vastly better;
I’m twenty—past—romance is flown—
To Cupid I’m no longer debtor.
Wealth, power, and rank—I ask no more—
Let the world frown, with these I’ll rough her—