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  Music by Eugene Mirvis;

Sonnetina

The absent one, the jealous, stays irate,
That one with feeling, this with angry cry;
The latter hints offense beyond his eye,
The former must reality palpate.

The jealous one his mad rage may abate
When speeches in his favor madley fly;
The absent one breathes his unceasing sigh,
For nothing can strength of his pain deflate.

The jealous, doubtful, patience can depress,
The absent bears sure vigils painfully;
The jealous with brave front his pain can press,

The absent, helpless, knows despondency;
And absence, if it's damaging distress,
Therefore is worse torment than jealousy.
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Love starts with wakefulness and hearts afire,
Solicitude and with anxiety;
It grows with quarrels, risks, timidity,
It feeds itself with tears and begging dire.

Lukewarmness, gruffness thus its doctrine sire,
Its being it keeps in veils of trickery,
Till with offences and with jealousy
It puts out with flowing tears its fire.

Its start, its middle, its end this will remain:
My master, why do you the coldness pine?
Of feminine whose love for you then thrived?

What reason is there that’s now cost you pain,
Since Love did not trick you, oh, hero, mine,
But that the necessary end arrived?