We played it like a game of chess.
Mark up your kingdom's territories Queens.
Keep the knights in order should the King fall,
You are all the castle has. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!