It's an ugly world as I see it, but there's beauty in such love as this.

The man for the maid and the maid for the man--pish! they want each other.

But the father and the mother--they give all and take nothing.

Oh, there's beauty in such love as this, so perhaps God made it.

Only, then, how did He also make Crecy Field, and Calais siege, and my black bow, and me the death who draws it ?" The voyage to Genoa was very long, for at this season of the year the winds were light and for the most part contrary.