Would You Speak with Me, A Moment, Amor

Would you speak with me, a moment, Amor,
About your sisters, Fear and Jealousy,
And why their only lodging is with me?
Nowhere dwell they but in my heart, I’m sure.
You’ve a thousand other ladies, who know
As I, the power of your accursed flame,
So, send your two to live there with those same,
And let them from my breast be driven so.’
‘Indeed, a thousand’ he tells me, ‘there are,
To whom they could be sent, and yet tis you
Have much the greater cause for fear, by far.
Those eyes, the lights you love, those very two,
My mother, Venus, chose, to spread, afar,
Through all lands; jealousy and passion too.