(The first quote was a classic rakehell from the 17th Century, Herrick yclept.)
(Recites:)
My motives madam, thou mayst right easily know!
As pure throughout as white and blinding snow
N'e'er to bring thee nor strife nor fright
But for simple joy to bask a while
Within the radiance of thy smile
ANd thus to mine own soul bring delight!

Bowing again, he sits down abruptly on a barstool and grabs on to his coffee mug for stability.
A sweet aroma of Raffish Kroyeel fills the air.

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