A man does ever love his mate,
(Remember, not for nothing)
For youth and body beautiful,
For faithfulness and fidelity,
For that ownership which he gets;
And enjoys her endearing grace.
His mate but likes him for his love,
And loves him for his manliness,
His class and goodly temperament.
She does not love him as he does,
But craves for his love all her life.
Her liking, distinguished as love,
Indeed is for genuine kinship.
She longs to keep him for herself,
So, coyly sweeps him off his feet.
Thenceforth his love and her liking
Produce that voltaic exertion,
Which keeps him chained to her for life,
And makes a slave of her for him.