1. May God never spare my heart from your hands—for how often

    I reproached it for loving, with all my might, yet it would not heed.

  2. Nothing in you beguiled it except what you were named for;

    but when you belied the name you bear, it fell.

  3. May I never cease plotting against it as tale-bearers plot against us,

    because, against my will, it hastened toward you.

  4. No heart is like mine: it does not despair, even when

    I make it despair; but when I raise its hopes, it grows covetous.

Sol 5.6