IV.

From the slightest of emotions,

What a sudden transformation,

To the most unbounded passion,

And the tenderest relation!

Every day it waxes deeper,

My affection for my lady.

I am almost half-persuaded

That I am in love already.

Beautiful her soul: though truly

That's a question of opinion.

I am surer of the beauty

Of the bodily dominion.

Oh that waist! And oh that forehead!

Oh that nose! The sweet enclosure

Of the lovely lips in smiling!

And the bearing's proud composure!

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