I Was Adored Once Too.

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

Who Knows Himself A Braggart, Let Him Fear This; For It Will Come To Pass That Every Braggart Will Be Found An Ass.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.