TESTO DEL LIED"I love and I must"
I love and I must, and yet I would fain,
With a large dose of reason cure my pain,
But I am past hope, and yet it seems strange
A thing that's call'd man not subject to change.
Had I power to scorn as she to despise,
I might at once be inconstant and wise.
Then tell me, oh! tell me, how it should be
So easy to men, yet so hard to me.