| The Fire of love I for my idol know |
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| O ask not frigid Piety to dwell |
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| I care not if no rest nor peace remain |
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| Thy beauty flashes like a sword |
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| Through Love did I the joy of life attain |
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| Had I control o'er her, the dear Tormentor |
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| O burnish well the mirror of thy heart |
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| The Eyes of the narcissus win new light |
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| No fault is thine, Beloved, I do not blame thee |
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| I ask that God in justice punish me |
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