Stupid self-satisfaction, you so praise,—
Saint to you, insupportable to me.
Had he,—instead of calling me fine names,
Lucretia and Susanna and so forth,
And curtaining Correggio carefully
Lest I be taught that Leda had two legs,—
—But once never so little tweaked my nose
For peeping through my fan at Carnival,
Confessing thereby, 'I have no easy task—
I need use all my powers to hold you mine,