BUSH BALLADS AND RHYMES 



Something to look at I may be, nothing to 

 touch or to taste. 



He: 



Wilful as ever and wayward ; why did you 

 tempt me, Estelle ? 



She : 



You misinterpret each stray word, you for 



each inch take an ell. 

 Lightly all laws and ties trammel me, I am 



warn'd for all that. 



He {aside): 



Perhaps she will swallow her camel when she 

 has strain'd at her gnat. 



She : 



Therefore take thought and consider, weigh 



well, as I do, the whole, 

 You for mere beauty a bidder, say, would you 



barter a soul ? 



He: 



Girl ! that may happen, but this is ; after this 



welcome the worst, 



Blest for one hour by your kisses, let me be 



evermore curs'd. 

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