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 Or passionless, or lacking any strength To seize their fair worlds passing them so nigh Rather than linger in some sickly trail Of sweetness left behind and die of shame? O all ye Messalinas of old time— Ye Helens, Cleopatras, ye Dalilahs, Ye Maries, ye Lucrezias, Catharines— Fair crowned or uncrowned—courtezans alike Who played with men a calculated game— Your moves their heart-wounds, deaths and ruins—sure Of your inconstancy and their soft loves, Had I been lover in the stead of them, Methinks the histories of you had been changed, And some of your worst falsenesses redeemed By flawless faithfulness to one last love.

But now I am content, I have love here; And I thank God for love—yea, is it sweet? Yea, is it best of all his gifts to man? —I see her splendid smile there—feel her arms Already coming round me!—Who but I Can answer? Who but I have had it whole