Guarini untitled verse

La misera tacendo
Per soverchio desio tutta si strugge;
Cosi perde belta, se'l foco dura,
E perdendo stagion, perde ventura

In silent grief absorb'd, the wretched maid,
By passions too refined, too ardent, lost,
Lets time unheeded pass, her beauties fade,
And with the present hour her future hopes are lost.