I gave myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of
a life
Was ratified this way
The value might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this my
purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love
Depreciates the sight;
But, 'til the merchant buy,
Still fabled, in the
isles of spice
The subtle cargoes lie.
At least, 'tis mutual risk,-
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of
Life,-each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.