Ah Me! When Shall I Marry Me? Lovers Are Plenty; But Fail To Relieve Me: He, Fond Youth, That Could Carry Me, Offers To Love, But Means To Deceive Me. But I Will Rally, And Combat The Ruiner: Not A Look, Not A Smile Shall My Passion Discover: She That Gives All To The False One Pursuing Her, Makes But A Penitent, Loses A Lover.