A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.
The perverseness of my fate is such that he's not mine because he's mine too much.
Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind!
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was tired with soaring, and now he mounts above me.