Too Beautiful child, you yet are wise
To turn a negligent ear to my replies
Nor with Worldy Wit to Catechize
A Caliban ycrypt in Miranda eyes
& so, tho' partaking of a common repast
I into outer darkness yet am cast
The lad you look at, looking only at me
So all, in him, my secret see.
That Love be humbled, yet is Pride
& to Caliban, betrothed, the Church as bride
Beauty, Child, is this unshriven hide
It seeks The Word it can't abide
Prince! Milan had a Mage 'fore Prospero
Tho' Magic be all it now can know.