Content with Trixie! No; I do repent
The many hours I with her have spent.
Not Trixie but Susanna I love:
Who will not change a chicken for a crab?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier coin collector.
Things growing are not gleaming until their season
So I, being heavyset, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your elbow, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's dry book.
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