I have forgot him: my imagination
Carries no favour [in 't but Bertram's.]
I am undone: there is no living, none,
If Bertram be away. ['Twere] all one
That I should love a bright [particular] star
And think to wed it, he is so above [me]:
In his bright radiance and collateral light
Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.
[The] ambition in my love thus plagues itself:
The hind that would be mated by the lion