Perchance It Was Her Eyes Of Blue, Her Cheeks That Might The Rose Have Shamed, Her Figure In Proportion True To All The Rules By Artists Framed; Perhaps It Was Her Mental Worth That Made Her Lover Love Her So, Perhaps Her Name, Or Wealth, Or Birth I Cannot Tell, I Do Not Know. He May Have Had A Rival, Who Did Fiercely Gage Him To A Duel, And, Being Luckier Of The Two, Defeated Him With Triumph Cruel; Then She May Have Proved False, And Turned To Welcome To Her Arms His Foe, Left Him Despairing, Conquered, Spurned I Cannot Tell, I Do Not Know. So Oft Such Woes Will Counteract The Thousand Ecstacies Of Love, That You May Fix On Base Of Fact The Story Hinted At Above; But All On Earth So Doubtful Is, Man Knows So Little Here Below, That, If You Ask For Proof Of This, I Cannot Tell, I Do Not Know.