O LET me be in loving nice, br Dainty, fine, and o’er precise, br That I may charm my charmàd dear br As tho’ I felt a secret fear br To lose what never can be lost,— br Her faith who still delights me most! br So shall I be more than true, br Ever in my ageing new. br So dull habit shall not be br Wrongly call’d Fidelity.