Charm Is The True Gift Of The

Once Upon A Time There Was A Widow Who Had Two Daughters. The Elder Was So Much Like Her, Both In Looks And Character, That Whoever Saw The Daughter Saw The Mother.

The Poor Child Was The Drudge Of The Household, And Was Always In The Wrong. He Was, However, The Most Bright And Discreet Of All The Brothers; And If He Spoke Little, He Heard And Thought The More.

The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The More There Is Of Love.

To Wait So Long/and Want A Man Refined And Strong/is Not At All Uncommon. And Yet To Wait One Hundred Years/without A Tear, Without A Care/makes For A Very Rare Woman. So Here Our Tale Appears To Show/how Marriage Deferred/brings Joy Unheard/nothing Lost After A Century Or So. But Others Love With More Ardor/and Wed Quickly Out Of Passion/whatever They Do/i Won’t Deplore/nor Shall I Preach A Lesson.

I Wish With All My Heart That You May Be The Most Lovable Prince In The World, And I Bestow My Gift On You As Much As I Am Able.