die.
But
does
this
Sun
design
anything
else
with
its
fierce
rays,
except
the
consumption
of
the
soul?
And
the
poor
soul
thus
burned
thinks
that
it
is
frozen
!
The
truth
is,
that
the
torment
it
suffers
prevents
its
recognising
the
nature
of
its
pain.
So
long
as
the
Sun
was
obscured
by
clouds,
and
gave
out
rays
to
a
certain
extent
moderated,
it
felt
the
heat,
and
tliought
it
was
burning,
while
in
reality
it
was
but
slightly
warmed
:
but
when
the
Sun
flashed
full
upon
it,
then
the
soul
felt
itself
burning,
without
believing
that
it
was
so
much
as
warmed.
O
loving
deceit
!
O
sweet
and
cruel
Love
!
Have
you
lovers
only
to
deceive
them
thus
?
You
wound
these
hearts,
and
then
hide
your
darts,
and
make
them
pursue
after
that
which
has
wounded
them.
You
attract
them,
and
show
yourself
to
them,
and
when
they
long
to
possess
you,
you
flee
from
them.
When
you
see
the
soul
reduced
to
the
last
extremity,
and
out
of
breath
from
its
constant
pursuit,
you
show
yourself
for
a
moment
that
it
may
recover
life,
only
to
be
killed
a
thousand
times
with
ever-increasing
severity.
O
rigorous
Lover
!
innocent
murderer
I
Why
dost
Thou
not
kill
with
a
single
blow?
Why
give
