Retrome Satanas! Oh, that's right
I need to teach you Latin. It's a more
Logical language anyway, and might
Appeal to you. But get thee back before
You tempt me more. I need no more advice,
No monotonic whispering deceit
Intended to slide in my heart and slice
The bonds of honesty. Now go! Retreat!
I do not need you now. I, for my sins,
Have been confronted with a miracle
But not the one I thought that I might see.
His body, surely incorruptible
Mere imitation of humanity
What shall I do? Don't answer me. Alas
That ever I was given this robass.
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