Master of words, my master is below.
I.14. Free of her jesses let the falcon fly,
With sight undimmed into the azure sky.
X.14. And so you dine with Borgia? Let me lend
You this as a precaution, my poor friend.
I.15. Friendship carried to excess
Got him in a horrid mess.
XI.15. Smooth and elastic and, I guess,
The dearest treasure you possess.
Down.