XII.

Philetus he was call'd, fprung from a race
Of noble ancestors; but greedy Time

And "But

"Yet

And envious Fate had labour'd to deface

And offers up a pleasing sacrifice,

The glory which in his great stock did shine :
Small his estate, unfitting her degree;

But blinded Love could no fuch diff'rence see.

XIII.

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 flames within her heart should rife:
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,

To look upon and ease his miseries;

Entreating Cupid, with inducing pray'rs,

Tots' d Threate

Where having pray'd, recov'ring breath again,
Thus to immortal Love he did complain:

"Oh! mighty C-**

XV.

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"And let me not affection vainly spend,

« But kindle flames in her like thofe in me; ** Yet if that gift my fortune doth tranfcend, * Grant that her charming beauty I may fee; "For ever view thofe eyes, whofe charming light 95 "More than the world befides does pleafe my fight. XVIL

"Thofe who contemn thy facred deity,

"Laugh at thy pow'r, make them thine anger know; "I faultlefs am; what honour can it be

"Only to wound your flave, and fpare your foe?" Ico Here tears and fighs fpeak his imperfect moan,

In language far more moving than his own.

XVIIL

Home he retir'd; his foul he brought not home;

Juft like a fhip, while every mounting ware,

Tofs'd by enraged Boreas up and down,

ner with a gaping grave;

did his ftate appear,

hope and fear.

doth complain

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II

ECHO

what hath caus'd my killing misèries?” 115 thed. What has detam d my cafe?" fight the reasonable remoà replies;

va, waking can my troubice mind appease.” Feho answers. What is any nigh?" Aye."

time and; the quickly afters.

XXX

**Teho aniwers tell me the the will:"
4. Whha, hui ! get," fays he,

wing til te woud the andwers, “ III.”

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cer'd her hate, ved the.

XXIV.

No morning banish'd darkness, nor black Night,
By her alternate course, expell'd thé day
In which Philetus by a constant rite
At Cupid's altars did not weep and pray;
And yet he nothing reap'd for all his pain,
But care and forrow was his only gain.
XXV.

140

But now, at last, the pitying god, o'ercome

145

By constant votes and tears, fix'd in her heart

A golden fhaft; and she is now become

A fuppliant to Love, that with like dart

He'd wound Philetus; does with tears implore

Aid from that pow'r she so much scorn'd before. 150

XXVI.

Little fhe thinks fhe kept Philetus' heart
In her fcorch'd breast, because her own she

gave

To him. Since either fuffers equal smart,
And a like measure in their torments have,
His foul, his griefs, his fires, now her's are grown ;
Her heart, her mind, her love, is his alone.

XXVII.

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Whilft 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.
Thus had she fung when her dear love was slain,
She'd furely call'd him back from Styx again.

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