The Golden Papa and the Young Missus

i teach the sublime Dante to the young missus and ah my soul blessed my soul it is not in human language to say how the sublime Dante puzzles the pretty heads of all three no matter all in good time. i only bounced upon my chair my seat was on thorns and my soul was on fire to speak but i held my tongue and let papa go onPerhaps you know says this good man of money twiddling his friend's letter this way and that and his golden fingers and pesca is long winded tonight we declare that we were deeply interested  the professor went on in his hand the golden papa has a letter.