the notion that whether I liked it or not, this was how
To cut the matter short, my friend, She must this very night be mine, And if to
help me you decline, Midnight shall see our compact end.
What may occur just bear in mind! A fortnight's space, at least, I need, A fit
With but seven hours I could succeed; Nor should I want the devil's wile, So
Like any Frenchman now you speak, But do not fret, I pray; why seek To
hurry to enjoyment straight? The pleasure is not half so great, As when at first
around, above, With all the fooleries of love, The puppet you can knead and
mould As in Italian story oft is told.