William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Thou Canst Not BoastRichard Brinsley Sheridan (17511816)
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My love, while me they wealthy call:
But I was glad to find thee poor,
For with my heart I’d give thee all,
And then the grateful youth 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 grateful heart shall own,
I loved him for himself alone.