I solved the riddle, won you fair and square—
But still I think a courtship is in order.
For you, O queen of Thebes, I’ve dared to care
Since I first stepped across your city’s border.
Of your attractions I have been a hoarder:
I keep them in my inmost memory—
And there they give my manly heart no quarter.
Don’t hesitate, Jocasta: marry me!
Oh, what a perfect ruling pair we’ll be!
I’ll rule the land, and you will rule my soul.
The city then will know felicity—
And isn’t that a ruler’s proper goal?
Your generous endowment doesn’t smother.
I love you. You remind me of my mother.