"Proud youth! he knows my worship and my love, Nor me will have for lover or for slave.
The cruel stripling knows what pangs I prove, Yet will not aid me till I am in my grave.
Nor let me tell my sorrows, lest they move Him his perverse and evil will to wave;
Shunning me like malignant asp, that fears To change his mood, if he the charmer hears.