What did I know, before Truth, trundling, came
To preach upon my stoop, with sweetest care
To bring my mind and ears to be ever tamed
Enough to acknowledge truth so fierce and rare
The truth consists in Love, in Hearts, in Life
Whereas lies are a callous, cold industry of war
That surely as all spouses love their wives
Do conjure empty calumnies evermore
Until a prophet and a preacher pure
As Devil by stealth creeps upon them with knives
Yet sends back to hell that eternal bore
As Love and Life and Peace do thrive

The boy irresistible to adore,
Makes me crave for more amor