So great my debt to thee, I know my life
Is all too short to pay the least I owe,
And though I live it all in that sweet strife,
Still shall I be insolvent when I go.
Bid, then, thy Bailiff Cupid come to me
And bind and lead me wheresoeer thou art,
And let me live in sweet captivity
Within the debtors prison of thy heart.
To Marguerite
Ellis Parker Butler
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