ere doth firmly rest:
He long ago thine[60:2] eyes forsook
To revel in my breast.

Thy power on him why hop'st thou more
Than his on me should be? 10
The claim thou lay'st to him is poor
To that he owns from me.

His substance in my heart excels,
His shadow, in thy sight:
Fire where it burns more truly dwells 15
Than where it scatters light.

THE SICK LOVER.

[Guarini.]

My sickly breath
Wastes in a double flame,
Whilst Love and Death
To my poor life lay claim;
The fever in whose heat I melt 5
By her that causeth it[61:1] not felt.

Thou who alone
Canst, yet wilt grant no ease,
Why slight'st thou one,
To feed a new disease? 10
Unequal Fair! the heart is thine:
Ah, why then should the pain be mine?

TIME RECOVER'D.

[Casone.]

Come, my Dear, whilst youth conspires
With the warmth of our desires!
Envious Time about thee watches,
And some grace each minute snatches:
Now a spirit, now a ray 5
From thy eye he steals away;
Now he blasts some blooming rose
Which upon thy fresh cheek grows;
Gold now plunders in a hair;
Now the rubies doth impair 10
Of thy lips; and with sure haste
All thy wealth will take at last;
Only that of which thou mak'st
Use in time, from Time thou tak'st.

SONG.

[De Voiture.]

I languish in a silent flame:
For she to whom my vows incline
Doth own perfections so divine,
That but to speak were to disclose her name.
If I should say that she the store 5
Of Nature's graces doth comprise,
(The love and wonder of all eyes,)
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore?

Or though I warily conceal
The charms her looks and soul possess, 10
Should I her cruelty express,
And say she smiles at all the pains we feel,
Among such suppliants as implore
Pity, distributing her hate,
Inexorable as their fate,-- 15
Who will not guess the Beauty I adore