[5577]Alius vulnus celans insanit pulchritudine puellae.
And whilst he doth conceal his grief,
Madness comes on him like a thief.
[5579]Mori mihi contingat, non enim alia
Liberatio ab aeramnis fuerit ullo paeto istis.
Would I were dead, for nought, God knows,
But death can rid me of these woes.
———proprioque in sanguine laetus,
Indignantem animam vacuas elludit in auras;
[5583]———et mihi fortis