Now Love masters my limbs and shakes me, fatal creature, bitter-sweet.

Lo, Love once more, the limb-dissolving King, The bitter-sweet impracticable thing, Wild-beast-like rends me with fierce quivering. | (tr. J. A. Symonds, 1883) | Love has unbound my limbs and set me shaking, A monster bitter-sweet and my unmaking. | (tr. C. M. Bowra, 1938) | Compare: Tennyson, "Fatima", l. 1 (Poems, 1843) · Swinburne, "Fragoletta", st. 14 (Poems and Ballads, 1866); Bothwell, act 1, sc. 1 (1874); Tristram of Lyonesse, sec. 6 (1882)