Thee I have heard relating what was done Ere my remembrance; now hear me relate My story, which perhaps thou hast not heard. And day is yet not spent; till then thou seest How subtly to detain thee I devise, Inviting thee to hear while I relate⁠— Fond, were it not in hope of thy reply. For while I sit with thee, I seem in Heaven; And sweeter thy discourse is to my ear Than fruits of palm-tree, pleasantest to thirst And hunger both, from labour, at the hour Of sweet repast: they satiate, and soon fill, Though pleasant; but thy words, with grace divine Imbued, bring to their sweetness no satiety.”