V.

He died at fifty for a queen of forty;

I wish their years had been fifteen and twenty,[GE]For then wealth, kingdoms, worlds are but a sport—I

Remember when, though I had no great plenty

Of worlds to lose, yet still, to pay my court, I

Gave what I had—a heart;[331] as the world went, I

Gave what was worth a world; for worlds could never

Restore me those pure feelings, gone for ever.

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