Excerpt from Links of Gold He had been trying to impress the thought To marry poor is to become a slave. He answered her, The poet also sings Of love as blind. Why canst thou not discern That Prince Samar, of all thy suitors, hath To recommend him to thy favor, wealth, Title, appearance, and is one of us? Father, is love a thing to barter with? Well, then, young Caius, the centurion, May some day rise to greater fame and power, For he is just and wise. Is love, you think, To be a ladder by the which we climb Into position? Judah loves me well. Speak not his hated name to me again. The Jews hate us thou knowest. Love cannot grow In soil of hate. I said not that I loved. Love uses a mute language of its own. The palpitating heart, the crimson cheek, The bashful consciousness, the heavy sigh, The absent mind, unconsciously betray The heart. Or might be mere coquettish art. Father, he vows his love and constancy. And what, my innocent, are lover's vows? In over-heated passion are they forged. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.