And come some other time to know our mind... Shaks.

But lest you should not understand me well,

(And yet, a maiden hath no tongue but thought)

I would detain you here some month or two,
Before you venture for me.

If you oblige me suddenly to choose,

Id.

My choice is made-and I must you refuse. . . Dryden.

So much to win, so much to lose

No marvel that I fear to choose.

L. E. L.

Yet, let me say, what firmly I believe,
Love can be-ay, and is. I hold that love
Which chooseth from a thousand only one
To be the object of that tenderness
Natural to every heart; which can resign
Its own best happiness for one dear sake:
Can bear with absence; hath no part in hope,
For hope is somewhat selfish, love is not-
And doth prefer another to itself.
Unchangeable and generous: what, like love,
Can melt away the dross of worldliness;
Can elevate, refine, and make the heart

Of that pure gold which is the fitting shrine

For fire, as sacred as e'er came from heaven?. L. E. L.