ELICIO.
Ungrateful Love, thy servant thou didst place
In sweet, caressing, peaceful bonds the day
When first I saw the golden hair and face
Of that fair sun that dimmed the sun's own ray.
Straightway I came to drink with eager gaze
Love's cruel bliss, which, like a serpent, lay
Within the ruddy tresses; for 'twas there
I saw the sun, amid the clustered hair.
ERASTRO.