Of golden hair, to turn to and caress.
XIV.
And though I know thee prone, in vacant hours,
To laugh and talk with those who circumvent
And make mad speeches; though I know the bent
Of some such men, and though in ladies' bowers
They brag of swords—I know my proven powers;
I know myself and thee, and am content.
XV.
I know myself; and why should I demur?