‘You have a handsome face’ she said to me

Midst other praises she did happily sing;

Full unaccustomed to such flattery

I thought perhaps, she fancied yet a fling.

“What is it women want?” I dared to ask…

‘Why love, of course, and faithfulness to death,

Wit and humor, someone who makes me laugh,

Unbridled confidence and strength, I guess;

‘‘But surely there are many of that ilk—

In your broad travels, some have come to pass

Who might have loved you with undying will???”

‘A few, but lacking station, means and class…

Well, I must go, it’s sure been nice to gab,

I left my purse, I’m sure you’ve got the tab.’