A woman's honeyed amorous outvied,。，He worshipped like the young enthusiast,
Nor see what front it wears, what life immures,。，The dimple, as you see smooth lakes at eve
As well, and this the Bishop too;。，
The rabble reading, roaring to denounce,。，Our world believes it stabler if the soft
As good as wings, was also known:。，Surprisingly the woman leapt;
To make her spoken thoughts eclipse her kind;。，When out of passion spent thick incense steams,
The wind that blows is the wind that's best,。，It was, she set to him for mark.
。，Perpetually they bleed; a limb is lost,
。，Past the old charity in chivalry:-
She eminent, she honoured of her sex!。，As when in a dropped viol the wood-throb moans
The chasm between our passions and our wits!。，Demanding further, while perusing it.
The mild inquiry of his gaze。，Did Jane around communicate:
Abandoning all other trade,。，They help him the proud fortress to defend,
Like infants for themselves, less deep to thrill。，By tossing victim to the courtier knave,
Nor see what front it wears, what life immures,。，Whom time disjoined! He needed her quick thirst
，From coals that shot the flame to sky)。，