Capitolo 60
'Twas a delicious death.
_Valentine_.
But You forgetful.
Sylvan, we have come here as Your disciples.
_Sylvan_.
Yes, to an earth where not the least desire
Prey of need on Your ardor. There are times
It is probable that a god takes gladly in these dunes that cook,--
Nothing but summer and playing the pipe has a good time, and air
A whole warm breath of honey and a grass
All bloom--sweet thyme and the heart's-ease gilded here!
And under perfume and song of flowers and birds,
Far the hinterland out in the gilded bays the air
You/he/she is debited with salty savour, and he/she talked to low voice news
You tame as bleaching oats the hit of breezes.
Is good thing all this health to you? You bring
Your own thoughts with You; and they is vinegar,
Boundlessly rusting what should be clear steel.
_Francis_.
I start to doubt our enterprise,
The great Escape from Donna. It valiant of lookt
And nobly hazardous far street, to stop
Every wenching, if in action or word or thought.
And I still fear egged of pride us. We had done
Better being humbler, and hands here
A girl apiece.
_Valentine_.
Yes, Sylvan; You have to think
The cloister both a thing more comfortable
With Your Katrina in him?
_Sylvan_.
My Katrina!
And you think, while supposing that I would love,
I'ld deposits money in such crazy safe as that
Katrina? One of those houseservants timid-languages and soft,
Who are only domestic through fear? Of who life is everybody
A pretense that affectedly smiles * of modesty?
If it were love I wanted, 'twould is not
A dish of stewed pears and sweets, laced with brandy.
But I can live without the kisses of a woman.
_Valentine_.
Is it able?--You know well full, in the truth of Your heart,
What man there is not all over the world of men
Of whom wants the beauty of woman you/he/she cannot divide
Easily as a sword it cuts sending forth to throws water.
_Sylvan_.
Has felt not him that water that sends forth to equal throws,
You/he/she can have such strength that springs that it becomes
A rod of bright white iron and swords
Will it strike bouncing in vain on his/her speed?--