O God, I will not be deceived!
Yes, to-day taste, O my master,
Of the love that thou hast taught to me!
"Thou know'st my complaint and my only cure:
Why, then, wilt thou heal me not?
Thou canst do so to-day, O my master,
And save me from all further woe.
Yes, to-day taste, O my master,
Of the love that thou hast taught to me!"
To which the hard-pressed swain replies—