Valentine, O Valentine!

Be still, my beating heart!

Your honey coated words flow e’er steadily into mine ears

Colliding with my brain with all the ringing

Of a thousand sacred angels of heaven

Thou dost torment me daily

With limerick and line of your fair Silvia

All the while I wait in strife,

Seeking thy love with all the fervor of

Any forlorn lover

Thy flowing locks and boyish smile transfix me

Like the fair Julia near took her own life

So do I lie in despair

Awaiting the day that you might pass your gentle gaze upon me

A lowly maiden, unworthy of your affection

Yet ope your heart and allow me entrance!

Pity my poor desperate longings

O gentle Valentine

Fie! Let empress Silvia to her thane Thurio

O, that I were but a mere page in your service

That you might look upon me with a portion of the adoration

With which you do so gaze upon fair Silvia

That I were as esteemed in your twink’ling eyes

As your heav’n sent mistress

I should die a young and happy death!

Wherefore, then love, canst we love?

But make not a single utterance, dear boy

Yet seal your hands ‘gainst mine own

Your lips ‘gainst mine own

That I might know thy love

As mine own