OH! is there not one maiden breast
Which does not feel the moral beauty
Of making worldly interest Subordinate to sense of duty?
Who would not give up willingly All matrimonial ambition,
To rescue such a one as I From his unfortunate position?
Oh, is there not one maiden here, Whose homely face and bad complexion
Have caused all hopes to disappear Of ever winning man's affection?
To such a one, if such there be, I swear by Heaven's arch above you,
If you will cast your eyes on me,— However plain you be—I'll love you!
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