Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse -- borne away with every breath!
With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.