Produce a reason why I should not love
And maybe I will sigh a bit less strongly;
But 'til you do, I'll be the picture of
The third age of a man, and that not wrongly,
Making perhaps no ballads to no brows,
But roughly close enough to be the same.
For everyone who has observed me knows
I tend to revel in that sort of game.
Are there such reasons? I could well believe
There might be, but I doubt there really are,
For some men someday, I imagine, leave
Their loves, but I have no desire to mar
My own. So leave that theory, for the fact is
I do not plan to implement this practice.
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