To be in love- where scorn is bought with groans,  
  Coy looks with heart-sore sighs, one fading moment's mirth  
  With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights;  
  If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;  
  If lost, why then a grievous labour won;  
  However, but a folly bought with wit,  
  Or else a wit by folly vanquished.
The Two Gentlemen of Verona (ed. Castrovilli Giuseppe, 1734)











