THE SAME CONTINUED A ``woman with a past.`` What happier omen Could heart desire for mistress or for friend? Phoenix of friends, and most divine of women, Skilled in all fence to venture or defend And with love`s science at your fingers` end, No tears to vex, no ignorance to bore, A fancy ripe, the zest which sorrows lend!-- I would to God we had not met before! --I would to God! and yet to God I would That we had never met. To see you thus Is grief and wounds and poison to my blood. Oh, this is sacrilege and foul abuse. You were a thing for honour not vile use, Not for the mad world`s wicked sinks and stews.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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