Oh! blame not the bard.

Oh! blame not the bard.

I'm not to take the blame for something that's not true.

Vina e un vis, mila e singura realitate.

Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that goes over to it, so that all the while I was there one man was only punished on this occasion.

"Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way, "It is a sunny hour of play, For which repentance dear doth pay, Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say