How can I smother then my long pent love, Almost unknown to thee so long conceal'd? O you that can assist me from above, For by your means 'twas first of all reveal'd, Since when my heart in such sure hope remains, That I will not exchange my part in her, Not for the purest face the world contains, For before all her love I will prefer; And know in their fruition I shall want Those sweet contents which these complainings grant. |