1.
I would not wed the fairest lass,
That ever sway'd oh beauty's throne;
Unless her heart like mirror'd glass,
My ev'ry feeling, passion, shone.

2.
I would not we the wittiest maid,
That ever touch'd a mortal's heart,
Unless her darts were merely played,
In simple innocency's part.

3.
I would not wed the purest soul,
That ever feeling governed most;
Unless her heart would bear control,
And of its goodness never boast.

4.
I would not wed-- all else her own,
A Queen, devoid of music's taste;
With her, my heart would be alone,
Her palace seem a dreary waste.

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