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Yes, gentle mistress, for the bonds of love Are very freedom, or are something better. Still, to protect thee from all harm, to be Near to thee always; sit by thee unchidden— Read to thee pleasant tales—look in thy face, And, all thy smiles and meaning glances scanning, To do what they desire—will this be thraldom? Will this be servitude?

Ah, no! that is not servitude from which, When tired of it, thou wilt break loose, my friend.

And so I will, my love, when thou art tiresome, But when will that be; say?

E'en when thou see'st what thou may'st shortly find, A face to gaze on, fairer than Rosella's.

Be not offended; such a one already I've seen, and yet the latchet of thy shoe I'd rather tie and have one smile of thanks, Than press a score of kisses on her lips.

She may be also wittier than me.