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would not give free aess to distrt,

seeg disda unveiled, and- bitter 插n!-

all his spicions turned to certaties,

and the fair truth transford to a lie?

oh, thou fierce tyrant of the reals of love,

oh, jealoy! put 插s upon these hands,

and bd with thy stronst rd, disda

but, woe is ! triuphant over all,

y suffergs drown the ory of you

and now i die, and sce there is no hope

of happess for life or death,

still to y fantasy i&039;ll fondly clg

i&039;ll say that he is wise who loveth well,

and that the ul ost free is that ost bound

thraldo to the ancient tyrant love

i&039;ll say that 射 who is e eney

that fair body hath as fair a d,

and that her ldness is but y desert,

and that by virtue of the pa be sends

love rules his kgdo with a ntle sway

th, self-dedg, and bonda re,

and wearg out the wretched shred of life

to which i a reduced by her disda,

i&039;ll give this ul and body to the ds,

all hopeless of a crown of bliss store

thou whose jtice hath supplied the cae

that akes it the weary life i loathe,

as by this wounded bo thou canst see

how willgly thy victi i bee,

let not y death, if haply worth a tear,

cloud the clear heaven that dwells thy bright eyes;

i would not have thee expiate aught

the cri of havg ade y heart thy prey;

but rather let thy l