...maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks...

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...

...telling doesn't help me - it helps you. As Wilde says, It is the confession, not the priest, that gives absolution...

I was everything, patriarch, priest, father and judge.

When mistrust comes in, love goes out.

It is more shameful to mistrust one's friends than to be deceived by them