And with thine eyes so beauteous Hast thou tormented me sore, And brought me to utter perdition,-- My loved one, what wouldst thou have more? 64. He who for the first time loveth, Though ’tis hopeless, is a God; But the man who hopeless loveth For the second time’s--a fool. I, a fool like this, am loving Once more, with no love responsive; Sun and moon and stars are laughing, I, too, join the laugh and--die. 65. Never match’d the timid coldness Of thy spirit, from the first, With my love’s untutor’d boldness, Which through rocks delights to burst. Thou in love dost love the highway, And I see thee walk through life With thy husband taking thy way, As an honest teeming wife! 66. Counsel they gave me, and good instruction, Pour’d on me honours, by way of seduction Said I had only to wait for a while, And their protection upon me should smile. Spite the protection they bid me hold cherish’d, I before long should of hunger have perish’d, Had I not happen’d a good man to see, Who took an interest kindly in me. Good man indeed! for he gives me my food; Never can I forget conduct so good. Pity I cannot with kisses reply, For the good man is no other than--I! 67. This young man, so good and worthy, Cannot be too much respected; Oft he gives me wine and oysters, Gives me liquors well selected. Coat and trousers fit him neatly, His cravat is still more sightly; And so comes he every morning For my health to ask politely. Of my wide-spread glory speaks he, Of my talents and my graces; Eagerly at my disposal All his services he places. And in company at evening, With a face as if inspired He declaims before the ladies All my poems so admired. O it is indeed most pleasant Such a young man to discover In the present day, when surely All things good will soon be over. 68. I dreamt that I was Lord of all, And sat in heaven proudly; The angels, ranged around my throne, All praised my verses loudly. And cakes I ate, and comfits too, In value many a florin; And Cardinal I drank the while, And had no need of scorin’. Plagued by ennui, I long’d to be On earth, with all its evil; And were I not the Lord of all, I’d fain have been the devil. Thou long-legg’d Angel, Gabriel, go, And hasten downward thither, And find my worthy friend Eugene, And bring him to me hither. Within the College seek him not, But o’er a glass of brandy; Seek for him not in Hedwig’s Church, But at Miss Meyer’s so handy. The Angel then spread out his wings, And with his whole soul in it Flew down, and seized my worthy friend, And brought him in a minute.