finita–la–commedia:

“Enough, my love, of cruelty, enough;
let brutal jealousy no more torment you,
nor let low fears your mind’s peace countermand with foolish fantasies, with empty signs,
for in a liquid form you’ve seen and touched
my heart unloosed, dissolved between your hands.”

— Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz (1651-1695), from “Sonnet”, translated from the Spanish by Alix Ingber