Yes, Mary Ann, I freely grant,
The charms of Henry’s eyes I see;
But while I gaze, I something want,
I want those eyes—to gaze on me.
 
And I allow, in Henry’s heart
Not Envy’s self a fault can see:
Yet still I must one wish impart,
I wish that heart—to sigh for me.

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