When love comes knocking at thy gate, Bid him at once depart: He will be patient, and will wait The bidding of thy heart. Tell him he knocketh there in vain; That he may ne’er come in: He ’ll smiling leave, but come again, Thy loving heart to win. Then, when at last he knocks in tears, Oh! open wide Love’s gate: He ’ll soon forget his foolish fears, And vow ’t was sweet to wait.
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