King of Navarre consort of Henry II Queen Marguerite, The Tales of the Heptameron, Vol… (1894)
“ Nay; on this journey I would rather die Than know that thou hadst fallen, and that I Had wrought thy shame and foully brought to harm The virtue which thy heart wraps round thy form. ‘Tis thy perfection that I love in thee, Nought that might lessen it could ever be Desire of mine—indeed, the nobler thou, The greater were the love I to thee vow. I do not seek an ardent flame to quench In lustful dalliance with some merry wench, Pure is my heart, ‘neath reason’s calm control Set on a lady of such lofty soul, That neither God above nor angel bright, But seeing her, would echo my delight. ”
