Credit: Valentine, circa 1840; Library of Congress, Printed Ephemera Collection, Rare Book and Special Collections Division.
The honey dew is on thy lip, Fain would I thee entwine, And draughts of love in gladness sip— My heart's own Valentine.
Ah, no, by all that's good and fair, Your love shall be my chiefest care, And heav'n and earth shall witness be, That mortal never lov'd like me.