gales, elsewhere

    Deligorture and deride!

    For still tingales.

    A hless woman! mere cold clay

    As all false t so fair,

    Sakes th of men away

    ho gaze upon her unaware.

    I  play ricks

    to ole,

    And spat into my loves pure pyx

    the rank saliva of her soul.

    And still tingales.

    I  for e and pink,

    though such he likesamp;mdash;her grace of limb,

    t, I think,

    For life itself, t h him,

    Commit suc

    Gods nature wrude

    t two affianced souls, and

    Like spiders, in tars wood.

    I cannot bear tingales.

    If sler guise

    S  seems:

    S  both my eyes,

    And I still seen him in my dreams!

    - Or drugged me in my soup or wine,

    Nor left me angry afterward:

    to die h his hand in mine

    hard.

    (Our Lady ingales!)

    But set a springe for him, mio ben,

    My only good, my first last love!amp;mdash;

    t knows well w sin is, when

    move

    o  her pass.

    I t and day.

    Must I too join , alas!...

    ith Giulio, in each word I say!

    And evermore tingales!

    Giulio, my Giulio!amp;mdashey so,

    And you be silent? Do I speak,

    And you not hrow

    Round some one, and I feel so weak?

    - Oe,

    te, they sing for doom!

    t,

    tun me in tombamp;mdash;

    tingales, tingales!