That rob me of my peace of mind,
To thee I haste, my little bride,
And all forget, when by thy side.
Let others laud their castled towers,
Their magic grots, their gladsome bowers:
For me that place hath chiefest charms,
That brings me, dearest, to thine arms.
VI
The Mouth and the Ears. By Palqera (1264)[[68-3]].
My friend, speak always once, but listen twice,