I gave myself to him,



And took himself for pay.



The solemn contract of a life



Was ratified this way







The value might disappoint,



Myself a poorer prove



Than this my purchaser suspect,



The daily own of Love







Depreciates the sight;



But, 'til the merchant buy,



Still fabled, in the isles of spice



The subtle cargoes lie.







At least, 'tis mutual risk,



Some found it mutual gain;



Sweet debt of Life,each night to owe,



Insolvent, every noon.