And other letters sent him by myself,
We being lovers!
Listen what this is like!
When I was a mere child, my mother ... that 's
Violante, you must let me call her so,
Nor waste time, trying to unlearn the word,...
She brought a neighbor's child of my own age
To play with me of rainy afternoons:
And, since there hung a tapestry on the wall,
We two agreed to find each other out