Love that so breaks cannot be trusted more.
You bade me cast it off like an ill dream.
You found what life he led: how he profaned
His honourable passion in the play
Of errant gallantries. All that sad time
I leaned on you, and ’twas your friendship gave
The occasions whence my love with Manuel sprung.
You led me still, you gave me confidence;
Your comfort turned to joy, Manuel was mine.
When suddenly on some mysterious cause