Day succeeded day, and our wishes dragged along with them, kept alive by torturing anxiety, the full bitterness whereof each of us experienced; although the one manifested this to the other in disguised language, and the other showed herself over-discreet to an excessive degree; all of which you who know how ladies who are beloved behave in such circumstances will easily understand.  Well, then, he, putting full trust in the veiled meaning of my words, and choosing the proper time and place, came to an experience of that which I desired as much as he, although I feigned the contrary.  Certainly, if I were to say that this was the cause of the love I felt for him, I should also have to confess that every time it came back to my memory, it was the occasion to me of a sorrow like unto none other.  But, I call God to witness, nothing that has happened between us had the slightest influence upon the love I bore him, nor has it now.  Still, I will not deny that our close intimacy was then, and is now, most dear to me.  And where is the woman so unwise as not to wish to have the object of her affection within reach rather than at a distance?  How much more intensely does love enthrall us when it is brought so near us that we and it are made almost inseparable!  I say, then, that after such an adventure, never afore willed or even thought of by me, not once, but many times did fortune and our adroit stratagems bring us good cheer and consolation, not indeed screened entirely from danger, for which I cared less than for the passing of the fleeing wind.  But while the time was being spent in such joyous fashion—­and that it was joyous, Love, who alone may bear witness thereof, can truly say—­yet sometimes his coming inspired me with not a little natural apprehension, inasmuch as he was beginning to be indiscreet in the manner of his coming.  But how dear to him was my own apartment, and with what gladness did it see him enter!  Yet was he filled with more reverence for it than he ever had been for a sacred temple, and this I could at all times easily discern.  Woe is me! what burning kisses, what tender embraces, what delicious moments we had there!

Why do I take such pleasure in the mere words which I am now setting down?  It is, I say, because I am forced to express the gratitude I then felt to the holy goddess who was the promiser and bestower of Love’s delights.  Ah, how often did I visit her altars and offer incense, crowned with a garland of her favorite foliage!  How often did I think scornfully of the counsels of my aged nurse!  Nay, furthermore, being elated far more than all my other companions, how often did I disparage their loves, saying within myself:  “No one is loved as I am loved, no one loves a youth as matchless as the youth I love, no one realizes such delights from love as I!” In short, I counted the world as nothing in comparison with my love.  It seemed to me that my head touched the skies, and that nothing was lacking to the culmination of my ecstatic bliss.