How to make a compliment Cyrano de Bergerac I come to crave your padorn. (Ay, 'tis time To sue for padorn, now that death may come!) For the insult done to you when, frivolous, At first I loved you only for your face!And later, love less frivolous Like a bird that spreads its wings, but can not fly Arrested by your beauty, by your soul Drawn close I loved for both at once!Ah! you yourself have triumphed o'er yourself, And now, I love you only for your soul!