Honor your virtue, in your truth believe,
Do homage to your intellect, and bow
Before your peerless beauty.
Duch. But, for love—
Berth. A further love I do not understand.
Our best course is to say these hideous truths,
And see them, once said, grow endurable:
Like waters shuddering from their central bed,
Black with the midnight bowels of the earth,
That, once up-spouted by an earthquake's throe,