Theater Of Tragedy
Miscellaneous
Around my breasts there are many sighs
Of your beauty, which hurt me to pity.
Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send; I am already burning with virginal love.
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.
Love flies from all sides, is captured by lust.
Venus! - I trow'd thou wast my friend -
Professed to Heaven thou wouldst send;
As a disciple of a villain
Didst thou act the tragedienne.
Now I burn with virginal love .
Around my breasts there are many sighs
Of your beauty, which hurt me to pity.