You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.
Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet.
We by art unteach what Nature taught.
Pity only on fresh objects stays, but with the tedious sight of woes decays.
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!