Or, by the same token, for various pleasures.
Poet.
Sheer vanity! Women always presume
That their mere earthly presence gives men pleasure.
Marquise.
You are clear-witted
And a pattern of such good common-sense. Who would believe
That a poet, dabbler in every sort of folly,
May turn discreet when mysterious love beckons?
Poet.
Mysterious love? Marquise, that is not so.... Love has abandons
Irrestrainable.
Marquise.
And shame restrains them.
Poet.