But when his worth my hand shall gain,
No word or look of mine shall show
That I the smallest thought retain
Of what my bounty did bestow;
Yet still his heart shall own
I loved him for himself alone.
No word or look of mine shall show
That I the smallest thought retain
Of what my bounty did bestow;
Yet still his heart shall own
I loved him for himself alone.
Richard Brinsley Sheridan
