1301.

Be still reserved, decline his preferred love;

A little while his sore distress we'll prove.

1302.

A cool reserve is like the salt that seasons well the mess,

Too long maintained, 'tis like the salt's excess.

1303.

'Tis heaping griefs on those whose hearts are grieved;

To leave the grieving one without a fond embrace.

1304.

To use no kind conciliating art when lover grieves,

Is cutting out the root of tender winding plant that droops.

1305.

Even to men of good and worthy mind, the petulance

Of wives with flowery eyes lacks not a lovely grace.

1306.

Love without hatred is as ripened fruit;

Without some lesser strife, fruit immature.

1307.

A lovers' quarrel brings its pain, when mind afraid

Asks doubtful, 'Will reunion sweet be long delayed?

1308.

What good can grieving do, when none who love

Are there to know the grief thy soul endures?

1309.

Water is pleasant in the cooling shade;

So coolness for a time with those we love.

1310.

Of her who leaves me thus in variance languishing,

To think within my heart with love is fond desire.