THE CONTRACT - I gave myself to him

I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way.

The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, 't is mutual risk, --
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life, -- each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

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Remembrance has a rear and front, -- / 'T is something like a house;

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How happy is the little stone / That rambles in the road alone,

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THE WIFE - She rose to his requirement, dropped

She rose to his requirement, dropped / The playthings of her life

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