No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free, More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

And if I lose thy love, I lose my all.

Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! wh…