Ah, ten times more tormented than before!
Ten times more pity shouldst thou take of me!
I have endured, then, Sweet! restore
That pleasure which procured this pain!
Thou scorn'st my lines! (a Saint which make of thee!)
Where true desires of thine hard heart complain,
There thou, 'bove STELLA placed;
'Bove LAURA; with ten thousand more installed;
And now, proud, thinks me graced,
That am to thee (though merciless!) enthralled.