" He had not called her dulce corazon (sweetheart) as she had expected him to call her; he had not even insisted upon the kiss, but had given up altogether too tamely; and for that she rode closer to the bull in spite.

Just listen: "'Surge meo Domno dulces fac, fistula versus: David amat versus, surge et fac fistula versus.

Ergó-ne post dulces annos properantia fata?

Non immerito culpanda venit Proavum vecors insipientia, Qui convivia, lautasque dapes, Hilarare suis jussere modis Cantum, vitae dulce levamen.

Oh! ¡Qué dulce era sentirse