Poem: Portia

(To Ellen Terry)

上海龙凤shlf最新地址I marvel not Bassanio was so bold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址To peril all he had upon the lead,

Or that proud Aragon bent low his head

Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:

上海龙凤shlf最新地址For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold

上海龙凤shlf最新地址Which is more golden than the golden sun

上海龙凤shlf最新地址No woman Veronese looked upon

Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.

Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield

The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,

上海龙凤shlf最新地址And would not let the laws of Venice yield

Antonio's heart to that accursed Jew -

上海龙凤shlf最新地址O Portia! take my heart:  it is thy due:

I think I will not quarrel with the Bond.