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My patron saint, St. Valentine, / Why dost thou leave me to repine, / Still supplicating at her shrine?
But bid her eyes to me incline, / I 'll ask no other sun to shine, / More rich than is Golconda's mine.
Range all that Woman, Song, or Wine / Can give; Wealth, Power, and Fame combine; / For her I 'd gladly all resign.
Take all the pearls are in the brine, / Sift heaven for stars, earth's flowers entwine, / But be her heart my Valentine.