'With noble lives I have little to do;
My dear, put those frivolous notions down,
I am but a man, and a weak one too.
My life has been full of confounded things,
I am only a man, like other men;
But we hear a flutter of angel-wings,
And our demons forsake us, there and then.
In marrying thee, my innocent sprite,
I had caught a glimpse of a purer joy;
I turn'd a new page, and the page was white;