Chapter 779 of 1964 · 65 words · ~1 min read

CVI.

And he advanced, though with but a bad grace, Though on more _thorough-bred_[304] or fairer fingers No lips e'er left their transitory trace: On such as these the lip too fondly lingers, And for one kiss would fain imprint a brace, As you will see, if she you love shall bring hers In contact; and sometimes even a fair stranger's An almost twelvemonth's constancy endangers.