"Ah! wellaway! if in my thought Love so Thy thought, as thy fair visage, had designed, This -- am I well assured -- in open show, As I unseen believe it, should I find;
And be so quit of Jealousy, that foe Would not still harass my suspicious mind;
And, where she is by me repulsed with pain, Not quelled and routed would she be, but slain.
