The Thirteenth Tale
The Sea, the Sea
Absolutely beautiful. The while upon a hillock down he lay And sweetly on his pipe began to play, And with smooth speech her fancy to assay, Till in his twining arms he locked her fast And then he wooed with kisses; and at last, As shepherds do, her on the ground he laid And, tumbling in the grass, he often strayed Beyond the bounds of shame, in being bold To eye those parts which no eye should behold.They offered him the deadly fatal knife That shears the slender threads of human life.
(Of virginity) Jewels being lost are found again, this never; 'Tis lost but once, and once lost, lost forever.