XIV.
'_Bocca bacciata non perde ventura, Anzi rinnuova come fa la luna_:-- So thought Boccaccio, whose sweet words might cure a Male prude, like you, from what you now endure, a Low-tide in soul, like a stagnant laguna.'
'_Bocca bacciata non perde ventura, Anzi rinnuova come fa la luna_:-- So thought Boccaccio, whose sweet words might cure a Male prude, like you, from what you now endure, a Low-tide in soul, like a stagnant laguna.'