O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o?er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho? I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,?
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be
Wrongly call?d Fidelity.