3310My starvèd fortunes cannot think of love,
Nor does my envy wound the billing dove.'
This answer silencèd Albino's hopes,
Which spake as loud as though they kissed the sheets;
He in his thoughts commends the quiet copes
Which taste no sour in hunting after sweets.
'Alcides' life,' quoth he, 'compared to mine,
Is trouble-free, spiced with contents divine.
Fair maid, what hatred frosteth your desires?
What steams of envy choke bright Venus' lamp?