The pair of saints? That not one word is theirs—
No syllable o' the batch or writ or sent
Or yet received by either of the two.
"Found," says the priest, "because he needed them,
Failing all other proofs, to prove our fault:
So, here they are, just as is natural.
Oh yes—we had our missives, each of us!
Not these, but to the full as vile, no doubt:
Hers as from me,—she could not read, so burnt,—
Mine as from her,—I burnt because I read.