Torquato Tasso

“ From the earth-shaker Neptune, his great trident;
And his old thunders from consummate Jove
Doubtless beneath this aspect and this dress,
Venus will not soon know me,—me, her son,
Her own son, Love. I am constrained to leave her,
And hide from her pursuit; because she wishes,
That I should place my arrows and myself
At her discretion solely ”

“ To chace and sport, young lover his young lass.
And that my point may go the deeper, I
Will wait awhile, till pity mollify
The blunting ice, which round about her heart,
Cold honour has kept bound, and virgin niceness ”