A young woman's heart,
Is not a stone to carve a posey on!
Which knows not what is writ on't--which you may buy,
Exchange or sell,--keep or give away,
It is a richer--yet a poorer thing!
Priceless to him that owns and prizes it;
Worthless when own'd, not priz'd; which makes the man
That covets it, obtains it, and discards it,--
A fool, if not a villain.