My home, my very fairyhood for thee;
Thou to surrender riches, honor, life,
To please the fleeting fancies of my will.
And why?
Because I see in thee, or thou in me,
Astounding virtue, brilliant intellect,
Great self-denial, venerable years,
Rare scholarship, or godly talent? No!
Because, forsooth, we’re comely specimens—
Not of our own, but Nature’s industry!