Who made you to unlove yourself,
those were the most unworthy themselves.
Spending so much time at far with myself,
Made me forget that I was the pillar of the palace. ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.