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She must be both good and fair,

Who shall e’er my arms entwine :

She must be indeed sincere.

Who shall be my Valentine.

Thou art fair and virtuous too,

Tho’ I will not say divine;

And I am certain thou art true.

Therefore be my Valentine.

Not The Poor Gentleman am I,

Nor even The Heir at Law;

Who wants a Guinea? you may cry,

I scorn The Prize to draw.

A Bold Stroke for a Wife appears,

The Stratagem is mine;

The Honeymoon shall last for years,

Then be my Valentine.

To Matrimony then agree,

For no Deaf Lover I,

The Constant Couple, we shall be:

The Rivals I’ll defy.

Frighten'd to Death, I’ll be, if thou,

A Lover's Vows decline;

But let’s be Man and Wife, for now

I am thy Valentine.