My dearling!—thus, in days long fled,
  In spite of creed and court and queen,
  King Henry wrote to Anne Boleyn,—
The dearest pet name ever said,
  And dearly purchased, too, I ween!

Poor child! she played a losing game:
  She won a heart,—so Henry said,—
  But ah, the price she gave instead!
Men’s hearts, at best, are but a...