Let me count first up the dusts of Africa, and of the glittering stars,
Who would number the many thousands, of your joys.
Let the whole sky set itself against my breast, hurling meteors at my face,
And huge columns of fire, whirlwinds to **** up water,
Together with fireballs, dashing lightning at me, closing my eyes.
May the earth increase its weight, bowing down my head,
And shed rivers of tears. For I openly confess my desire, and do not hide
An honest love. In my heart, no less than in yours,
Glows the flame but deeper within; and the more I preach,
Soon my prayer will be heard; because Venus
Rewards the brave, she will never neglect us!