Chapter 16

           Othouourpoornobilityofblood,

           Ifthoudostmakethepeoplegloryinthee

           Downherewhereouraffectionlanguishes,

           Amarvellousthingitne’erwillbetome;

           Fortherewhereappetiteisnotperverted,

           IsayinHeaven,oftheeImadeaboast!

           Trulythouartacloakthatquicklyshortens,

           Sothatunlesswepiecetheedaybyday

           Timegoethroundabouttheewithhisshears!

           With’You,’whichRomewasfirsttotolerate,

           (Whereinherfamilylessperseveres,)

           Yetonceagainmywordsbeginningmade;

           WhenceBeatrice,whostoodsomewhatapart,

           Smiling,appearedlikeuntoherwhocoughed

           AtthefirstfailingwritofGuenever.

           AndIbegan:"Youaremyancestor,

           Yougivetomeallhardihoodtospeak,

           YouliftmesothatIammorethanI.