O why is it that a curl
Or the eyelash of a girl,
Or a ribbon from her hair,
Or a glove she used to wear,
Weighed with all a man has done,
With a thought or with a throne,
Drops the balance like a stone?
Antony was king of men3
Cleopatra was a queen.
And for Cleopatra he
Flings away his sovereignty.
Yet as well can Kate or Nan
Find, as Cleopatra can,
Antony in any man.
