XL + 

Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! + 

I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth. + 

I have heard love talked in my early youth, + 

And since, not so long back but that the flowers + 

Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours + 

Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth + 

For any weeping. Polypheme’s white tooth + 

Slips on the nut, if after frequent showers, + 

The shell is over-smooth; and not so much + 

Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate, + 

Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such + 

A lover, my Beloved! thou canst wait + 

Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch, + 

And think it soon when others cry “Too late.” + 