SHALL I come, if I swim? wide are the waves, you see: Shall I come, if I fly, my dear Love, to thee? Streams Venus will appease; Cupid gives me wings; All the powers assist my desire Save you alone, that set my woful heart on fire! You are fair, so was Hero that in Sestos dwelt; She a priest, yet the heat of love truly felt. A greater stream than this did her love divide; But she was his guide with a light: So through the streams Leander did enjoy her sight. |