the loins, a helmet, also of buckskin, plentifully crested
You'll know the reason wherefore
My flowers may lie, as I would,
The heart - the heart is constant!
God save you from such passion!
You first, you last, you false love!
``Take this, and this, and this!''
You splendid Spaniard! listen -
For neck, and cheek, and dimple,