“The choice of a heart”
In the world it is hard to find a heart;
Can I but win his heart, then even in death will I follow in his quest.
At a glance I would test his heart’s truth, by a glance I would foil his fraud.
When I have surely tested his true love, it will indeed be good to take counsel with him.
Fraud upon fraud! Fraud has made our heart empty; one and all we beware of the truant.
So, e’en if he come true-hearted to court me, I still will test him twice and thrice over.
Methinks that of ten thousand thousand guest-gallants they who give true love are not even one;
True passion’s flotsam and fragments are more cruel to seek, than ‘twere to dredge ocean for a needle.
Moreover, if thou canst find a true heart, one and all can find it too.
Between how many maids, then, say you, can a loyal gallant share his love?
Ponder little by little on predestined fate! Each man must meet it face to face. No need for your hastening.
Be content awhile with your lot.
Each bears the dom of his former life. Do not thou envy any man!