Tityrus or Melibea, by your leave,
Let him be mute, his love the praises have.
Pace mihi liceat (Coelestes) dicere vestra,
Mortalis visus pulchrior esse Deo.
By your leave gentle Gods, this I'll say true,
There's none of you that have so fair a hue.
[5412]Meum mel, mea suavitas, meum cor,
Meum suaviolum, mei lepores,
By all kind words and gestures that he might,
He calls her his dear heart, his sole beloved,