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IV. Her hair was brighter than the beams which are A crown to Phæbus, and her breath so sweet, 20 It did transcend Arabian odours får, Or smelling flow'rs, wherewith the Spring does greet Approaching Summer; teeth like falling snow For white, were placed in a double row.

Her wit excelling praise, ev'n all admire; 25
Her speech was fo attractive, it might be
A cause to raise the mighty Pallas' ire,
And stir up envy from that deity.
The maiden-lilies at her sight
Wax'd pale with epvy,and from thence grew white. 30

She was in birth and parentage as high,
As in her fortune great or beauty rare,
And to her virtuous mind's nobility
The gifts of Fate and Nature doubled were;
That in her spotlefs soul and lovely face

35 You might have seen each deity and grace.

VII. A scornful boy, Adonis, viewing her, Would Venus still despise, yet her desire; Each who but saw was a competitor And rival, scorch'd alike with Cupid's fire. 40 The glorious beams of her fair eyes did move And light beholders on their way to love.

Among her many suitors a young knight,
'Bove others wounded with the majesty
Of her fair presence, presseth most in sight; 45
Yet feldom his desire can satisfy
With that bless'd object, or her rareness fee;
For Beauty's guard is watchful Jealousy.

Oft-times, that he might see his dearest fair,
Upon his stately jennet he in th' way

Rides by her house, who neighs, as if he were
Proud to be view'd by bright Constantia :
But his poor master, tho' he see her move
His joy, dares few no look betraying love.

X. Soon as the Morning left her rofy bed, And all heav'n's smaller lights were driv'n away, She, by her friends and near acquaintance led, Like other maids, would walk at break of day: Aurora blush'd to fee a light unknown, To behold cheeks more beauteous than her own. 60

XI. Th’ obfequious lover follow's fill her train, And where they go that way his journey feigns: Should they turn back, he would turn back again, For with his love his business still remains. Nor is it strange he hould be loath to part 65 From her, whose eyes had stole away his heart.


Philetus he was call'd, sprung from a race
Of noble ancestors; but greedy Time
And envious Fate had labour'd to deface
The glory which in his great stock did shine: 70
Small his estate, unfitting her degree;
But blinded Love could no such diff'rence sec.

Yet he by chance had hit this heart aright,
And dipp'd his arrow in Conftantia's eyes,
Blowing a fire that would destroy him «quite,

Unless such Alames within her heart should rise:
But yet he fears, because he blinded is,
Tho' he have shot him right her heart he'll miss.

Unto Love's altar therefore he repairs,
And offers up a pleasing sacrifice,

Entreating Cupid, with inducing pray’rs,
To look upon and ease his miseries;
Where having pray'd, recoy'ring breath again,
Thus to immortal Love he did complain :

XV. « Oh! mighty Cupid ! whose unbounded sway 85 " Hath often rul'd thi Olympian Thunderer, “ Whom all celestial deities obey, “ Whom men and gods both reverence and fear! « Oh! force Constantia's heart to yield to love; “ Of all thy works the masterpiece 'twill prove. 90

XVI. " And let me not affection vainly spend, “ But kindle names in her like those in me; “ Yet if that gift my fortune doth transcend, “ Grant that her charming beauty I may fee; “ For ever view those eyes, whose charming light 95 “ More than the world besides does please my sight.

XVII. " Those who contemn thy facred deity, “ Laugh at thy pow'r, make them thine anger know; " I faultless am; what honour can it be

Only to wound your Dave, and spare your foe?” ICO Here tears and sighs speak his imperfect moan, In language far more moving than his own.

XVIII. Home he retir’d; his soul he brought not home; Just like a ship, while every mounting wave, Tofs'd by enraged Boreas up and down, ICS Threatens the mariner with a gaping grave; Such did his case, such did his state appear, Alike distracted between hope and fear.

XIX. Thinking her love he never shall obtain, One morn he haunts the woods, and doth complain Of his unhappy fate; but all in vain ; And thus fond Echo answers him again. It mov'd Aurora, and she wept to hear, Dewing the verdant grass with many a tear.



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" OH! what hath caus'd my killing miseries?” 115

Eyes,” Echo said. “What has detain'd my case ?'” “ Ease," straight the reasonable nymph replies ; “ That nothing can my troubled mind appease.” “ Peace,” Echo answers. “ What, is any nigh ?" Philetus faid; she quickly utters, “ Aye.”

XXI. “ Is't Echo answers ? tell me then thy will :" “ I will," she said. “ What fall I get,” says he, “ By loving still ?" to which she answers, “ III." « Ill? Tall I void of wish'd-for pleasure die?" “ Aye.” “Shall not I, who toil in ceafeless pain, 125 “ Some pleasure know !" "No," she returns again:

“ False and inconstant Nymph! thou ly'st," said he,
“ Thou ly's," she said : " and I deserv'd her hate,
“ If I should thee believe.” “ Believe," said Mhe.
“ For why? thy words are of no weight.” 130
“ Weight," he answers. “ Therefore I'll depart.”
To which resounding Echo answers, “ Part.”

Then from the woods with wounded heart he goes,
Filling with legions of fresh thoughts his mind:
He quarrels with himself, because his woes 135
Spring from himself, yet can no med'cine find :
He weeps to quench those fires that burn in him,
But tears do fall to th' earth, fames are within.

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