To Selina

Tell me not that thou lov'st me, but by acts

Show me : convince my sceptic eyes, mine ears,

Docile and credulous, are sure to follow.

Beginning with mine ears, thou dost but set

More on their guard, my scrutinizing eyes,

The heart's sole sure vedettes — ah, foolish heart!

What use even sure vedettes, if weak the fort,

And treachery in the garrison? — I love thee.