Why? Because in words of hate
I go far beyond her,
Yet no jot of love abate--
But still grow the fonder.
GRATIAN.--Probatum est.
AQUILIUS.--The Curate is too quick upon me. We must go back: he has left
out "De Inconstantia Feminei Amoris."
CURATE.--True. Here is my version. Not being a happy subject, I passed
over it.