[105] Air, quoth he, thy cheeks may blow;
[106] Air, would I might triumph so!
[107] But, alack, my hand is sworn
[108] Ne’er to pluck thee from thy thorn;
Vow, alack, for youth unmeet,
110 Youth so apt to pluck a sweet!
[111] Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee;
[113] Thou for whom Jove would swear
Juno but an Ethiope were;