My age is as a lusty winter, frosty but kindly.
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost.
Though authority be a stubborn bear, yet he is oft let by the nose with gold.
It is a sin to be a mocker.
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
So they loved as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distinct, divisions none.