before your divinity. She would love you if she thought you were just a
common man, like George Washington or Abraham Lincoln; so, if you tell
her you are poverty-stricken and prodigal, and it be true, then she
will think that she had rather have a demi-god, poor as Job's turkey,
than a common young man, like your brother or your friend, with all the
gold of King Plutus! Bring to her an honest heart, and you will, indeed,
bring treasures before her, and she would have no right to complain,
even were she so inclined. Love does not seem to be a matter of
volition--