IF whilom, in times past, that Spartan Lass
("The Flower of Greece," Dan PARIS's costly joy)
Through her fair feature, the only causer was,
So many Knights were slain at Siege of Troy:
Thou, LAURA, art unlike unto her far!
In this our Age, a much more blessed star.
For she brought Wars, Strife, Death, and Cruelty;
Where thou, alone, bring'st Peace and Pleasure still.
Ah, happy thrice, that ligs in love with thee!
And if, by chance, un'wares, thou sometimes kill:
Thou, with thy smile, the wound canst heal again;
And give him life, whom thou before hadst slain
_Pisa_.