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OCTAVIO _ to _ SYLVIA . Fair angry _ Sylvia _ , how has my love offended ? Has its excess betrayed the least part of that respect due to your birth and beauty ? Though I am young as the gay ruddy morning , and vigorous as the gilded sun at noon , and amorous as that god , when with such haste he chased young _ Daphne _ over the flowery plain , it never made me guilty of a thought that _ Sylvia _ might not pity and allow . Nor came that trifling present to plead for any wish , or mend my eloquence , which you with such disdain upbraid me with ; the bracelets came not to be raffled for your love , nor pimp to my desires : youth scorns those common aids ; no , let dull age pursue those ways of merchandise , who only buy up hearts at that vain price , and never make a barter , but a purchase . Youth has a better way of trading in love 's markets , and you have taught me too well to judge of , and to value beauty , to dare to bid so cheaply for it : I found the toy was gay , the work was neat , and fancy new ; and know not any thing they would so well adorn as _ Sylvia _ ' . lovely hands : I say , if after this I should have been the mercenary fool to have dunned you for return , you might have used me thus -- Condemn me ere you find me sin in thought !