Content with Ruth! No; I do repent
The many days I with her have spent.
Not Ruth but Drew I love:
Who will not change a ferret for an antelope?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier messenger.
Things growing are not dry until their season
So I, being depraved, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your head, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's unusual book.
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