Do believe in my eloquence,
This embrocation is vaster than life;
The glamour of this weapon of words
Defeats the beauty so grand and bold.
My pretty word is my simpler taste,
Have I not sentenced the fatal gesture?
I discovered, too, that a good work
Was a bright serene month,
That was the world of the worlds.
My favourite confirmation became belief,
But I, and the rest, enjoyed fully the faith
Given to the swearing of oaths.
Its fruit was a scattering of worth,
The nature of the merriment adding together.
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