Frà Lippo Lippi
You need not clap your torches to my face.
Zooks, what's to blame? you think you see a monk!
What, 'tis past midnight, and you go the rounds,
And here you catch me at an alley's end
Where sportive ladies leave their doors ajar?
The Carmine's my cloister: hunt it up,
Do, - harry out, if you must show your zeal,
Whatever rat, there, haps on his wrong …
Editors. "Persona". The Literary Encyclopedia. First published 01 November 2001; last revised 30 November -1.
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