direst torture gars me dree:
O thou full Moon, whose place is highest Heaven, * For thee but
double pine and pain in me."

And a fifth these,[FN#370]

"I love a moon of comely shapely form * Whose slender waist hath
title to complain:
Whose lip-dews rival must and long-kept wine; * Whose heavy
haunches haunt the minds of men:
My heart each morning burns with pain and pine * And the
night-talkers note I'm passion-slain;
While down my cheeks carnelian-like the tears * Of rosy red
shower down like railing rain."

And a sixth the following,

"O thou who shunnest him thy love misled! * O Branch of B n, O
star of highmost stead!
To thee of pine and passion I complain, * O thou who fired me
with cheeks rosyred.
Did e'er such lover lose his soul for thee, * Or from prostration
and from prayers fled?"

And a seventh these,

"He seized my heart and freed my tears to flow * Brought strength
to Love and bade my Patience go.
His charms are sweet as bitter his disdain; * And shafts of love
his suitors overthrow.