So sweet, so sweet a Soul as she;
Who ever gains so great a Prize,
Has all, has all that Heav'n can be.
Curse on my Fate, who plac'd me here,
In a Sphere, a Sphere, so much below,
My Love, my Life, my all that's dear;
And yet she must not know:
The torment for her I sustain,
Shall ill, shall ill rewarded be;
When loving, when loving, and not Lov'd again,