:17:16
You'll see, my Columbine,
how fair a garden
:17:21
I doubt that the author of "Romance
of the Rose" could tell its beauty
:17:30
Now summer has come again,
and only in this garden...
:17:36
...I will pay my dent as a husband
:17:43
No one but I can enter this garden
:17:46
No one holds the key, no one
but myself alone, understand?
:17:51
I carry it with me always
:18:26
Come, little wife,
lie beside me... there