Best friends commenting about "Young Love", one trying to persuade the other of the benefits of such a thing, and warning her at the same time.

And ere to know, one doth strike in earnest whilst the iron is still glowing,

And maidens fair with their wonton bossoms that heave with the measure of young maidens wanting.

But o'er yonder in the cold cribs of the mothers sons, doth also prepare most hurried, to seek young maidens hands.

Yea, the preparation is of the utmost, love, and I would that I could join soon…

And you would dearest dear, though, I would if ask thee if it were me to succumb to the mad rush of youths lust, that you being of a close companion, would shake me, oh shake the thoughts of an love addled mind, and bring back to reality this being that is me. Oh would you, prithee I beseech thee?

And I would dear one, but with a burden on the mind that I would do it. For such joy wouldst race most fervently to see thee, oh my dear, in strong and pure arms, yea, an eternal joy for thee I wouldst have..

I thank you.. simply, for what would it be to truly lose ones self, to mad mad youth and, well.. I say chemistry? No, no, tis not for this.. maiden.. (taunting sneer)

I pray beware, for that thine iron doest not grow cold,.. and rusty..

Hush thine words, I say friend of mine, this taunt you proclaim

Tis truth and knowledge and love with which I say these things, oh sister I would be too thee..

Ha! Well then oh cherished sister, know this, that that of which you speak shall never be, mine (cheeky sly look) iron… will be forever untarnished, for to be cold is not a burden, that one may not warp with the heat, and the state thereof would remain intact, being presented in a pretty way, yet refrained from the prodding and the poking of the embers..

Oh what words do escape thine tongue, for I am glad the Matron is not near.. AND yet I am sad for thee, that you could speak such things but never have experienced..

Oh come now, surely this banter doth not upset thee?

And oh but it does

Then we shall halt in our tracks, as it were, our destination is nigh, and for youths to hear such things, well, it would make even the cherubs face burn.. come, let us hie away..