Hail to thy returniival, old Bishop Valentine! Great is thy name in the rubric, thou venerable Arch-flamen of Hymen! Immortal Go-between! who and what manner of person art thou? Art thou but a ypifying the restless principle which impels poor humans to seek perfe in union? or wert thou indeed a mortal prelate, With thy tippet and thy rochet, thy apron on, a lawn sleeves? Mysterious personage! like unto thee, assuredly, there is no other mitred father in the dar; not Jerome, nor Ambrose, nor Cyril; nor the signer of undipt infants to eternal torments, Austin, whom all mothers hate; nor who hated all mothers, en; nor Bishop Bull, nor Archbishop Parker, nor Whitgift. Thou est attended with thousands ahousands of little Loves, and the air is
Brushd with the hiss of rustling wings.
Singing Cupids are thy choristers and thy pretors; and instead of the crosier, the mystical arrow is borne before thee.
In other words, this is the day on which those charming lit……（内容加载失败！）
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