my dearest

in madness

some mouthings may come true.

Why dost thou doubt me so?

I am not compliant in such dealings that you may frown upon.

Of the same flesh are we made,

no Idols do I worship,

no wandering fools do grace my dinner tables.

Please, forgive me my philanderings,

mere amusements to pass the time,

and do not forever accuse me of infidelity

for how can I infidel

what I admit no belief of?

Do I dictate how you live?

Do I not give you freedom, kindness, and poise?

Then do not forever accuse of not...

thou knowest what thou dost divine.