I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,
Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

No more can this Angel teach her,
Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!

The Scorpion?
The Grasshopper?
Which way will she go?

Have they known scorn like you
Five cellars down?

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,
But found in the soul within.