s you misuse us! and surely if, once in a while,

    You attain to it, straigoo fair, but too vile.

    XVII

    A moment,--I pray your attention!--I have a poor word in my head

    I must utter, tom  it doter unsaid.

    XVIII

    You greo impertinence, once when I showed you a ring.

    You kissed my fan ter! Ive broken thing.

    XIX

    You did me to be moved at my side nohen

    In to beasts and some men.

    XX

    Loves a virtue for e as the snow on high hills,

    And immortal as every great soul is t struggles, endures, and fulfils.

    XXI

    I love my alter profoundly,--you, Maude, tered a week,

    For t is it--an eyebroill, a mole on the cheek?

    XXII

    And since, o stoop to t

    About crimes irresistable, virtues t sray and supplant.

    XXIII

    I determined to prove to yourself t,  dream or avow

    By illusion, you ed precisely no more of me than you have now.

    XXIV

    tand, if you can,

    t the palm of a man.

    XXV

    Drop   you a scar--

    You take us for s, I tell you, and not for the women we are.

    XXVI

    You  ter! And so at the end

    I vo  be mulcted, by me, in the hand of a friend.

    XXVII

    you indeed? e are quits ter, be mine!

    Come, Dora, my darling, my angel, and o ask o dine.