How oft, dear Watson, hath thou said
Nor wilt thou the fond boast disown
Thou wouldst not lose thy Sherlock's love
To reign the partner of a Throne.
And by those lips which spoke so kind!
And by this hand I press'd to mine!
To be the Lord of wealth & pow'r,
I swear I would not part with thine.

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Then how my Soul can we be poor
Who own what kingdoms could not buy!
Of this true heart thou shalt be King,
And serving thee -- a Monarch I.
Thus uncontroul'd in mutual bliss
And rich in love's exhaustless Mine
Do thou snatch treasures from my lips,
And I'll take Kingdoms back from thine.