Oh, sweet angel of my sorrow! Beautiful nymph of my dreams! How I yearn for your love. But now, that you’re lost in the ravenous crowds of this world. May I lie down and sleep a while? Only a few moments, if you please. Oh, thank you, thank you, my love. Accept my gratitude, for you have delivered me from myself!

She replied, “you bumbling leper, you drunk fool! You’ve always thought of yourself, you wicked goul! Forever cursed, you are destined to die alone. While I, oh I, have many suitors — kind souls all. I love one, kinder than kind. You can only wish you were him, my wretched friend.”