More, learnèd friend, than you.
XIV.
'Bocca bacciata non perde ventura,
Anzi rinnuova come fa la luna:—
So thought Boccaccio, whose sweet words might cure a
Male prude, like you, from what you now endure, a
Low-tide in soul, like a stagnant laguna.'
XV.
Then Peter rubbed his eyes severe,
And smoothed his spacious forehead down