Confession d’ Hélène parlant de son amour pour Bertrand : elle s’adresse à sa rivale. Helen . I know I love in vain, strive against hope ; Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve , I still pour in the waters of my love , And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun, that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love , For loving where you do : but, if yourself, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, Did ever, in so true a flame of liking , Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Was both herself and Love : O ! then, give pity To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose But lend and give where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that her search implies, But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies . HÉLÈNE. – Je sais que j’aime en vain et me bats contre l’espérance ; Et pou...