English poem
Chloris, yourself you so excel
by Anonymous
Chloris, yourself you so excel, When you vouchsafe to breathe my thought, That like a spirit, with this spell Of my own teaching, I am caught.
The eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espy'd a feather of his own, Wherewith he used to soar so high.
Had Echo with so sweet a grace Narcissus' loud complaints return'd, Not for reflection of his face, But of his voice, the boy had burn'd.