Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice

A True Repentance Shuns The Evil Itself, More Than The External Suffering Or The Shame.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!