When I was alone near Silvie,
I believed I would spend a life,
Sweet, tranquil & and without desire:
And I had made it a pleasure
To have been able to resist the eyes of this beauty;
But alas! how wrong I was
As soon as I saw Tircis attach himself beside her,
I saw that I was her Rival.
Michel Lambert
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