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H! is there not one maiden breast Which does not feel the moral beauty Of making worldly interest
 * Subordinate to sense of duty?

Who would not give up willingly
 * All matrimonial ambition,

To rescue such a one as I
 * From his unfortunate position?

Oh, is there not one maiden here,
 * Whose homely face and bad complexion

Have caused all hopes to disappear
 * Of ever winning man's affection?

To such a one, if such there be,
 * I swear by Heaven's arch above you,

If you will cast your eyes on me,—
 * However plain you be—I'll love you!