Of Court

Familiarity does not breed contempt
But rather happiness. Who would not be
(Except for those who are from joy exempt
And wallow in their empty villainy)
Happy to see a face over again
That had brought comfort to them in the past?
Who would not want to spend their time with men
And women whose affections always last?
I know for me these feelings dominate the sense
(On which that proverb likely built its strength)
That fondnesses, no matter how immense,
Attenuate as they extend their length.
There is no limit to my liking; no,
The act of liking causes it to grow.