Chapter 24 No.24

"Oh, gentle Proteus, Love's a mighty lord,

And hath so humbled me that I confess

There is no grief to his correction

Nor to his service no such joy on earth.

Now no discourse except it be of Love;

Now can I break my fast, dine, sup and sleep

Upon the very naked name of Love."

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Not once again, so long as they remain at V