You rob me of my mind. My sense is gone.
But, with my common sense, has flown my pride.
My least delightful armour I shall don
And give you reason to avoid my side.
It fits into your plot: for she will cry,
E’en though she does not know we shared a kiss.
I shall not tell. I would not be so sly,
Although I think you capable of this.
If all the world were stricken by a plague
Affecting only men, and you remained,
You would not be my choice. I would not beg,
As she has done, with nothing ever gained.
You win the ladies’ hearts with awful ease.
You’ll have to work, if I’m the one to please.
My least delightful armour I shall don
And give you reason to avoid my side.
It fits into your plot: for she will cry,
E’en though she does not know we shared a kiss.
I shall not tell. I would not be so sly,
Although I think you capable of this.
If all the world were stricken by a plague
Affecting only men, and you remained,
You would not be my choice. I would not beg,
As she has done, with nothing ever gained.
You win the ladies’ hearts with awful ease.
You’ll have to work, if I’m the one to please.
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