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.