1. Do you blame me for likening your cheeks

    to fire, and your figure to a sharp sword,

  2. and your heart to iron's might, when I

    complain, though even the opposing enemy has felt pity for me?

  3. The possessive lover may disparage the loveliest thing he

    loves, to escape an envier or a rival.

  4. Yet this fault would entice him to love you, if he had sense—

    the man who had escaped you safe and sound.

Sol 6.1