The Nun's Tale (1)
'My friend, my lover, my boon companion,
My Musketeer, my bold D'Artagnan,
You rescued me from the Nunnery,
With fine sword work and gunnery;
You asked me if I'd give consent,
And when I did, well, off we went,
The bribes you paid, the sums you spent
To rescue me from that Convent;
I being a Nun in a religious order,
Some thought it strange you proved a courtier,
That devout someone being me,
A Bride in Christ, a devotee;
The vows I broke with that first kiss,
Your merry eyes, who could resist,
Your charming mouth, your cherry lips,
Your urgent hands upon my hips;
I broke my vows with you to dwell,
My mounting sins mark me for Hell;
And yet my pleasure at your side
I never felt as Christ's Bride;
Oh, I am weak, a silly fool,
Betraying all I learned at school,
But had I known what I'd foresworn,
I'd never would a habit worn'
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