If I lose them, [thus] find I [by] their loss
For Valentine, myself, for Julia, Silvia.
I to myself am dearer than a friend,
For love is still [most] precious [in] itself;
II. 6.
25 And Silvia—witness Heaven, that made her fair!—
Shows Julia but a swarthy Ethiope.
I will forget that Julia is alive,
Remembering that my love to her is dead;
And Valentine I’ll hold an enemy,
30 Aiming at Silvia as a sweeter friend.