Prologue

"If he scolds, I shall tell him that he sings as sweetly as a bird. If he frowns, I'll say he looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. If he will not speak a word, I shall say how well he talks. If he tells me to be gone, I shall thank him as if he had asked me to stay a week. Let him scold as loudly as a thunderstorm I shall still make him love me."