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450 MEN AND WOMEN
And not been paid profusely. Some good son
Paint my two hundred pictures-let him try!
No doubt, there's something strikes a balance. Yes,
You loved me quite enough, it seems to-night.
This must suffice me here. What would one have?
In heaven, perhaps, new chances, one more chance-­
Four great walls in the New Jerusalem
Meted on each side by the angel's reed,
For Leonard, Rafael, Angelo and me
To cover-the three first without a wife,
While I have mine! So-still they overcome
Because there's still Lucrezia,-as I choose.
Again the Cousin's whistle 1 Go, my Love.
LXX
BEFORE
1
LET them fight it out, friend! things have gone too far.
God must judge the couple I leave them as they are
-·Whichever one' s the guiltless, to his glory,
And whichever one the guilt's with, to my story.
2
Why, you would not bid men, sunk in such a slough,
Strike no arm out further, stick and stink as now,
Leaving righ t and wrong to settle the embroilment,
Heaven with snaky Hell, in torture and entoilment ?
3
Which of them's the culprit, how must he conceive
God' s the queen he caps to, laughing in his sleeve I
'Tis but decent to profess oneself beneath her.
Still, one must not be too much in earnest either.
4
Better sin the whole sin, sure that God observes,
Then go live his life out I life will try his nerves,
When the sky which noticed all, makes no disclosure,
And the earth keeps up her terrible composure.
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