I

    But he yew,

    And he sea-blue.

    II

    Because I fear you, oo fair,

    And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your golfd-coloured hair.

    III

    O, ss are quickly undone,

    And too mucy, I reckon, is not too much sun.

    IV

    Yet fareal at times.

    I value your er, he limes.

    V

    O, shrough a fence:

    If tter? wense?

    VI

    But I, her, when love was free,

    to love her alone, alone, who alone from afar loves me.

    VII

    , sold.

    ill you voo be safe from tuesday, and t will hold?

    VIII

    But you, er, a young child, who was laid

    In your lap to be pure; so I leave you: t;

    IX

    O, s of the way;

    And Dora, tay.

    X

    At which he rose up in his anger,--hy now, you no longer are fair!

    al, but ugly and eful, I swear.

    XI

    At w in hese men overnice,

    virtuous is frankly put on by a vice.

    XII

    her eyes blazed upon him--And you! You bring us your vices so near

    t  to hear!<dfn>hｔｔｐ://ｗwｗ?９９lib?ｎeｔ</dfn>

    XIII

    reason  rigo your soul from my life,--

    to find me so fair as a woman? hy, sir, I am pure, and a wife.

    XIV

    Is tar too fair up above you? It burns you not. Dare you imply

    I brusar does, wer  me as high?

    XV

    If a man finds a oo fair, ed too much

    to use unlaal. thank you for such?

    XVI

    too fair?--not unles