"Dear,
You are a guesser, not a 'clairvoyante.'
I 'll so far open you the locked and shelved
Volume, my soul, that you desire to see,
As let you profit by the title-page"—
"Paradise Lost?"
"Inferno!—All which comes
Of tempting me to break my vow. Stop here!
Friend, whom I love the best in the whole world,
Come at your call, be sure that I will do