"Proud youth! he knows my worship and my love,

  Nor me will have for lover or for slave.

  The cruel stripling knows what pangs I prove,

  Yet will not aid me till I am in my grave.

  Nor let me tell my sorrows, lest they move

  Him his perverse and evil will to wave;

  Shunning me like malignant asp, that fears

  To change his mood, if he the charmer hears.