You are not one to be desired.
"Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
I know you proud to bear your name;
Your pride is yet no mate for mine,
Too proud to care from whence I came.
Nor would I break for your sweet sake
A heart that doats on truer charms,
A simple maiden in her flower
Is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.
"Lady Clara Vere de Vere,