XLIV + 

“I weep. And if within your breast + 

My image hath not disappeared, + 

Know that your sarcasm ill-suppressed, + 

Your conversation cold and hard, + 

If the choice in my power were, + 

To lawless love I should prefer⁠— + 

And to these letters and these tears. + 

For visions of my childish years + 

Then ye were barely generous, + 

Age immature averse to cheat⁠— + 

But now⁠—what brings you to my feet?⁠— + 

How mean, how pusillanimous! + 

A prudent man like you and brave + 

To shallow sentiment a slave! + 