"Yet, ah! why blame myself? Wherein have I

  Ever offended, save in loving thee?

  What wonder was it then that suddenly

  A woman's feeble sense opprest should be?

  Why fence and guard myself, lest bearing high,

  Wise words, and beauty rare should pleasure me?

  Most wretched is the mortal that would shun

  To look upon the visage of the sun.