Though I guess by your waggish smile,
What you are thinking of the while.
But still I feel it is not right
That you should lose your perquisite;
Nor do I, my dear girl, incline
E'er to forego the claim to mine,
And tempting opportunity
May tell us what those claims should be,
And 'tis out right to seize the chance
That's furnish'd by extravagance,