I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine,

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care