Betrayed him to the courtiers or the wife.
Perhaps a second spring-time in his life
Waxed green, and fresh-bloomed love renewed again
The joys that light our youth and leave our prime,
And women found him tenderer, and men
A blither, heartier comrade; but, meantime,
What hidden gladness made his visage bright
They could not guess; nor with what craft and sleight
The paramours, in fealty to that Love
Who laughs at locks and walks in hooded guise,