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XII.
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:
Small his estate, upfitting her degree;
But blinded Love could no such diff'rence fec.

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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, 75
Unless such fames within her heart should rise:
But yet he fears, because he blinded is,
Tho' he have shot him right her heart he'll miss.

XIV.
Unto Love's altar therefore he repairs,
And offers up a pleasing facrifice,

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

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And yet he nothing reap'd for all his pain,
But care and forrow was his only gain.

XXV.
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By constant votes and tears, fix'd in her heart
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XXVI. Little she thinks she kept Philetus' heart In her scorch'd breast, because her own she gave To him. Since either suffers equal smart, And a like measure in their torments have, His soul, his griefs, his fires, now her's are grown; Her heart, her mind, her love, is his alone. 156

XXVII. Whilst thoughts 'gainst thoughts rise up in mutiny, She took a lute (being far from any ears) And tun’d her song, posing that harmony Which poets attribute to heav'nly spheres. 160 Thus had se fung when her dear love was lain, She'd surely call'd him back from Styx again.