hy he requests me to dance
At the Netherfield Ball
Is surely a deep mystery.
His stares and proud strutting
And contemptible muttering
Affronts every social decree.
He seems handsome to most
(And forgivably rich)
Groomed quite meticulously.
Yet after much wandering
And perspicuous pondering,
I conclude most assiduously:
A suitor with large treasure
But small character measure
Makes love fly away easily.
Let him sup with the devil,
I'll not sink to that level;
He's not handsome enough to tempt me!