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Oh, but is it not hard, Dear? / Mine are the nerves to quake at a mouse: / If a spider drops I shrink with fear: / I should die outright in a haunted house; / While for you -- did the danger dared bring help -- / From a lion's den I could steal his whelp, / With a serpent round me, stand stock-still, / Go sleep in a churchyard, -- so would will / Give me the power to dare and do / Valiantly -- just for you!
Much amiss in the head, Dear, / I toil at a language, tax my brain / Attempting to draw -- the scratches here! / I play, play, practise, and all in vain: / But for you -- if my triumph brought you pride, / I would grapple with Greek Plays till I died, / Paint a portrait of you -- who can tell? / Work my fingers off for your "Pretty well: " / Language and painting and music too, / Easily done -- for you!