But at length I prevailed, or at least you relented,
After ever so many excuses—in fine
We agreed to a compact, you only consented
On condition I gave you a portrait of mine.
Well, I promised, of course. And I write you these verses
With your face—you'll forgive me—quite close to my own.
There's a charm in your look that completely disperses
All my cares in a way that is yours, dear, alone.
And although I am pleased, since I won in the end—a
More ridiculous bargain has never, I vow,