We reached Lourenco Marques in due course.
"By Veldt and Kopje"
William Charles Scully
No sooner had my sparkling eyes beheld The flames of beauty blazing on this piece, But suddenly a sense of miracle, Imagined on thy lovely Maistre's face, Made me abandon bodily regard, And cast all pleasures on my wounded soul: Then, gentle Marques, tell me what she is, That thus thou honourest on thy warlike shield; And if thy love and interest be such As justly may give place to mine, That if it be, my soul with honors wing May fly into the bosom of my dear; If not, close them, and stoop into my grave!
"Fair Em A Pleasant Commodie Of Faire Em The Millers Daughter Of Manchester With The Love Of William The Conquerour"
William Shakespeare (Apocrypha)
Keep Williams secrets, Marques, if thou love him.
"Fair Em A Pleasant Commodie Of Faire Em The Millers Daughter Of Manchester With The Love Of William The Conquerour"
William Shakespeare (Apocrypha)