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The ARGUMENT.

If angry Aid, the Enemy to Love,
Tels thy grave pride, thy Judgment is above,
What with contempt (although it injure truth)
Thy spleen miscals the vanity of youth.
If harsh imployment; gross society,
That feast of Brutes, make thee an Enemy
To love, the Souls Commercive Language, then
Remove thy Eye, whilst my unenvied Pen,
That long to Passion hath a Servant been
Confines the fair Pharonnida's within,
These paper limits; frozen still she lies
Beneath opposing Passions, her bright Eyes;
Those Stars whose best of influence scarce had power
To thaw what grief congeald into a shower
Of heart dis-burthening tears, their influence spend
In sorrows polar Circles, and could lend
No light to beauties World; ith' vigorous reign
Of this pale Tyrant, whilst she did remain
Unlighten'd with a beam of comfort, in
A Bower being sate, that formerly had been
Her seat, when she heard the unhappy news
Of parting with Argalia; whilst she views
She blames the guiltless shadows, who to ask
Pardon in trembling murmures did unmask
Their naked Limbs, and scatterd at her Feet
The fragrant Vail, in's death-bed sate the sweet
But pining Rose, each Grass its heavy head,
Laden with tears did hang, whilst her Eyes shead
A pattern to instruct them: hence, whilst she
Looks thorough on a way conceiv'd to be
The same her Lord marcht with his Army, when
He left Girenza, with a hast more then
A common Traveler, she sees one post
Towards her Court, whose Visage had not lost
Its room within her Memory, he's known
Argalia's Page, and now each minute grown,
A burthen to her thoughts, that did defer
A neerer interview, the Messenger
Arrives, and to her eager view presents
His Masters Letters, whose inclos'd Contents,
Are now the Object, her expecting Soul
Courts with desire, nor doth she long controle
Their forward hast; A Diamond being by
The Messenger returnd, whose worth might vie
Price with an Indian Fleet, when it sails slow
With's glittering burthen; though each word ore-flow
With joy, whilst her inquisitive discourse,
Was on this pleasing theam, time did enforce
The Pages swift departure, who with all
Affected Epithites, that Love can call
To gild Invention when it would expresse,
Things more sublime then mortal happinesse,
Is gone to carry his expecting Lord,
What pleasure could, when rarified afford.
Whilst this sweet joy was only cloathd in fresh
Blossomes of hope like Souls, ere mixt with flesh
She only by desire subsisted, but
Now to her Chamber come, and having shut
The treacherous door, from the conjugal seal,
The white Lipt paper freed, doth soon reveal
Loves welcome Embassies; she reads, and by
Each Line transported to an Extasie,
In Fancies wild Meanders lost the way,
She rashly enterd, faint desire would stay
At every word in amorous sighs to breath
A Love-sick groan, but she is yet beneath
The Mount of joy, and must not rest untill
Her swift-pac'd eye had climb the flowry Hill,
Which now past lightly o're, with an intent
Of a review to its best Ornament,
His Name, she comes, which whilst bathd in the Balm
Of fragrant kisses, from joyes gentle calm
She thus is startl'd, a redoubled groan,
That sign of neighbouring sorrow, though unknown
From whence affrights her Soul; but she too soon,
Too sadly knows the Cause; the height of Noon,
Rag'd in reflected heat, when walking in
Those outer Rooms, her Father long had been
In expectation of her sight; but not
Finding her there, a golden slumber got
The start of's Meditations, to comply
VVith whose calm councel, he did softly ly
Down on a stately Couch, whose glittering pride,
A Curtain from the publick view did hide;
VVhere having pluckt from off the wing of time,
Some of her softest Down, the Dews that clime,
In sleep to stop each Ventrickle, begin
To steal a soft Retreat, hovering within
His stretcht-out Limbs, sleeps vapours lye, his hands
Rub from his Eyes those leaden boults that stand
Over their heavy Leads, which scarce was done,
VVhen first surpriz'd Pharonnida begun
To read her Letter, and by that sad chance,
Betray her Love; Passion strove to advance
Her Father from his Lodging, when he first
Heard the discovery, but though anger thirst
For swift Revenge, yet policy perswades
Him to hear further, ere his sight invades
Her troop of Pleasures, whose thin Squadrons broke,
By what she'd heard, before she could revoke
Her vanquisht spirits, that were fled to seek
Protection in her heart, robbing her Cheek
Of all the blood to waft in; whilst she stands
A burthen to her trembling Legs, her hands
Wringing each others Ivory Joynts; her bright
Eyes scattering their distracted beams, the flight
Oth' Curtain from her Fathers angry touch,
Discovers whence that groan which caus'd so much,
Her wonder came; Grief, and amazement strives
A while with Love, which soon victorious drives,
Those pale Guests from her Cheeks, unto whose aide,
Her noble heart (secure from being betrayd
By its own strength) did send a quick supply
Of its warm blood, her Conscience knows not why
To fear, 'cause knows no guilt, nor could have been
By Love so verteous, ere drawn neer a sin.
But as the Evening blushes for the rude
Winds oth' ensuing day, so fortitude,
Upon the lovely Roses that did grow,
Within her Face a deeper Dye bestow,
Then fear could ere have done, and did presage
Th' ensuing storms exagitated rage.

Silent with Passion, which his Eyes inflam'd
The Prince a while beholds her, ere he blam'd
The frailty of Affection, but at length
Through the thick throng of thoughts, armd with a strength
Which crusht the soft smiles of paternal Love,
He thus begins; And must, oh must that prove
My greatest curse on which my hopes ordaind
To raise my happiness? have I refraind
The pleasures of a Nuptial Bed, to joy
Alone in thee, not trembled to destroy
My Name, so that advancing thine I might
Live to behold my Scepter take its flight,
To a more spatious Empire, have I spent
My youth, till grown in debt to Age she'th seen
Diseases to arrest me, that impaire
My strength and hopes ere to enjoy an Heir,
Which might preserve my Name, that only now
Must in our dusty Annals live, whilst thou
Transfer'st the glory of our house, on one
Which, had not I warmd into life, had gone
A Wretch, forgotten of the World, to th' earth,
From whence he sprung. But tear this monstrous birth
Of Fancy from thy Soul, quick as thou'dst fly
Descending wrath, if visible, or I
Shall blast thee with my anger, till thy Name
Rot in my Memory, not as the same,
That once thou wert behold thee, but as some
Dire Prodigy, which to foreshew should come
All ills, which through the progress of my life
Did chance, were sent; I lost a Queen, and Wife,
Thy verteous Mother, who for her goodnesse might
Have here supply'd, before she took her flight
To Heaven, my better Angels place, have since
Stood storms of strong Affliction, still a Prince
Over my Passions until now; but this
Hath prov'd me Coward: Oh thou dost amisse
To grieve me thus fond Girl. With that he shook
His reverend Head, beholds her with a look,
Compos'd of Grief and Anger, which she sees,
With melting sorrow, but resolv'd Love frees
Her from more yeilding pity; to begin
The Prologue to obedience, which within
Her breast still dwelt (though swayd by Love) she fals
Prostrate at's feet, to his remembrance cals
Her dying Mothers Will, by whose pale dust,
She now conjures him not to be unjust
Unto that promise, with which her pure Soul
Fled satisfi'd from Earth as to controule
Her freedome of Affection, rather she
Desires her Interest in his Crown might be
Deni'd her, then the choice of one to sway
It in her right, she urges how it may
Be by his Vertue far more glorifi'd,
Whom she had chose, then if by Marriage ti'd
To any neighbouring Prince, who only there
Would rule by Proxie, whilst his greater care
Secur'd his own Inheritance; she then
Cals to remembrance who reliv'd him, when
Distrest within Alcithiu's Walls, the Love
His Subjects bore Argalia, which might prove
Her choice their happiness, with all how great
A likelyhood it was, but the retreat
Of Royalty, to a more safe disguise,
Had shewd him to their States deluded Eyes,
So mean a thing: Loves boundless Rhetorick,
About to dictate more, he with a quick
And furious hast forsakes the Room, his Rage
Thus boyling o're; And must my wretched Age
Be thus by thee tormented: but take heed
Correct thy Passions, or their Cause must bleed,
Until he quench the flame; at which harsh word
He leaves the room, nor could her strength afford
Her power to rise, which whilst she strives to do,
Her Memory adding more Weights unto
The burthen of her thoughts, her soul opprest,
Sinks in a pale Swoon, catching at the rest
It must not yet enjoy, swift help lends light,
Though faint and glimering, to behold what Night
Of grief ore-shadow'd her: You that have been
Upon the Wrack of Passion, tortur'd in
The Engines of forbidden Love, that have
Shed fruitless Tears, spent hopeless Sighs, to crave
A rigid Parents fair Aspect, conceive
What wild destruction seiz'd her; I must leave
Her Passions Volume only to be read,
Within the breasts of such whose hearts have bled,
At the like dangerous wounds; whilst she sits here
Amaz'd with grief, know that no smiles appear,
To smooth her Fathers angry brow, yet to
None he unfolds his thoughts, but bent to do
What ere his Rage should dictate, to appease
This high-wrought storm, which turnd into disease
Each motion of the Brain, he only takes
Scorn and Revenge, to whose ill counsel shakes
The quiet of the Soul, to be his Guides
Through those Night-peect Walks, whose shadow hides
The languisht beams of Love, awhile their strong
Ingredients boyl in's blood, before they throng
The scatterd thoughts into a quintessence
Of poysonous Resolutions, first from thence
There sprung this black Disaster to attend
Argalia's Fortune, he doth forthwith send
A secret Messenger to th' Warlike Prince
Of Siracuse, to let him know that since
He sent those Forces to assist him in
His War, their General, that till late had bin
The darling of his Love, by Arguments
Too strong was prov'd a Traytor, whose intents
Aymd at his Crown and Life; to aggravate
His spleen the more, he writes him word their Fate,
On the same ominous Pinions flew, if that
He prov'd succesful, having warmd him at
This flame of Passion, he concludes with; (Sir)
You guesse my meaning, I would have no stir,
About dispatching of him, for he's grown
Strong in affection, and may call his own
The hearts of half my Kingdome; let this give
Your Justice power; he's too much lov'd to live.

The startl'd Siracusian having read
These bloody Lines, which had not only bred
A new, but nourisht growing envy in
His mighty Soul, a stranger to all sin,
So full of guilt, as to dissemble, till
The new made Generals just deserts did fill
Fames still augmented Volume, and was grown
More legible, then what he cal'd his own.
What in a rivall Prince had been a high
And noble Emulation, kindled by
A smaller Star blasts Vertue, he beholds
His lightning Valour, which each hour unfolds,
Examples for Posterity, destroy
What (though he trembl'd at) creates no joy
Within his sullen Soul, a secret hate,
By Envy fed, strives to unhinge his Fate,
From off their lofty Pyramids, and throw
What Merit rais'd, unto a place more low
Then their first step to Glory, yet, whilst nought
But Honour was engag'd, disdain nere sought
For life-excluding Corasives; but Love
Bearing a part, two Suns might sooner move
In the same sphear, then that hot Guest indure
A rival Flame, Desert could not secure
Worth thus besieg'd, yet this accurst intent,
Dares not unvail it self, the Army sent,
By him from fair Gerenza, ere the Sun
Perform'd his Summers progress, had begun
To Garrison their weary Fort within,
Such Towns as their own Valour first did win,
From the retir'd Ætolians, ere this task
Was fully ended, curtaind in the Mask
Of Merits lawfull claim reward there came
A large Commission, which Zoranza's Name
Had made authentick, that the Goverment
Of Ardenna a Town, whose strength had spent
The baffl'd Foe, whose Fields of blood should be
Conferd on him, by the Vicinity
Of th' place, freed from a tedious Journey, in
The City he arrives, and what had bin
Sent from his Prince, presents those Mandates that
Informd the Governour, who frighted at
The strange Commands, lets a pale guilt ore-take
His swift Resolves, till glorious hopes did shake
Those Mourning Robes of Conscience off, and in
The purple Garments of a thriving sin,
Shadows his trembling Soul, least she appear,
Shook with a cold fit of religious fear.

The discomposure of his look, which did
Appear the birth of Discontent, forbid
Suspition of a blacker sin; that night,
As being the last of 's charge, he did invite
Argalia to remain his Guest: the next
Promising to be his, yet seeming vext,
To leave the place, though only to conceal
His dark design that did it self reveal
To none but some selected Soldiers; by
Whose help he meant to murther him. To vie
Its benefits with th' Dayes, Night had bestowd
Refreshing slumbers upon all that owd
It to the last dayes Labour, when without
Fear of approaching danger, hem'd about
With guards of honest Valour, all his Train
Save such as meer necessity detain,
Lodg'd in the City, fearless Argalia in
The Castle lies, where having tempted bin
By Midnight Revels, full crownd Cups, to be
Betrayd from Reason to Ebriety:
But nought prevaling, he at length is led,
Like an intended Sacrifice, to th' Bed,
Ordaind to be his last, untill the Earth
Within her Womb afford him one; the birth
Oth' Morn grew neer her slow approach, ere all
Those Engines, by whose strength they meant his fall
Could be prepar'd; the Governour that held
The Helm of this black mischief, had expel'd
The poysonous Guilt of staining his own Sword
With blood, providing Villains that abhord
No sins Contagion, though Revenge did wait
On every guilty step: that Evenings Bait
Their liquid Mirth had layd, although it took
No use of Reason from his Soul, had shook
Its labouring Faculties into a far
More sudden slumber, which compos'd the War
Of wandring Fancy in a Harmony
Of the Concordant Humours, untill by
The sudden noise of those ordaind to be
His Murtherers, he wakes; amaz'd to see
His Chamber so possest, he catches hold
On one of them, but finds his strength controld,
By the assistance of the other, in
The Embrio of this treachery, ere their sin
Was past to execution, he conjures
Them to forbear so black a Deed, assures
Them of Rewards, greater then hope could call
A debt from him that basely sought his fall.
But deadly silence had bar'd up the Gates
Of every Voyce, those curst Assassinates
Prepard for action were, but Heaven prevents
That aged sin of murthering Innocents,
With Miracles of Mercy. There was found
Not long before an ancient Story crownd,
With a Prophetick Honour, that containd
This sacred truth; (When Ardenna is staind
With Treachery in Friendships Vail disguiz'd,
Her sable Tower shall be by Foes surpiz'd.)

This known, but misconceiv'd, to cozen Fate,
They did unwounded bear without the Gate;
The now resistless Lion that did ly,
Like that brave Prince oth' Forest, fetterd by
A crew of trembling Hunters; to the brow
Of an high Promontory, that did bow
Its black Clifts o're the clamorous Waves, they had
Conveyd the noble Youth; the place a sad
And dismal horrour wore, the grim aspects
Of louring Rocks, the grey-ey'd Sea reflects,
In ugly glaring beams, the Night-Raven beats
His rusty Wings, and from their squallid seats,
The baleful Scriek-Owls fly to bear their parts,
In the sad murmure of the Night; those hearts
Custome had steeld with Crimes, perhaps had bin
Here frighted to repentance, had not sin
Assisted by the hands of Avarice, drawn
The Bridge of Reason, and obscur'd the dawn
Of Infant goodness, to redeem the time
Astonishment had lost, towards their Crime
They now themselves precipitate the hand,
Ordaind to ruine that fair Structure, and
Unravel his Lifes even thred, prepares
To strike the fatal blow; but he that dares
Obstruct commanded Villany forbid
The further progress of their guilt, and chid
That pale sin in rough Language of, a strange
Confused sound, striking their Ears did change
The ominous Dirges of the Night into
A various noise of humane Voyces, who
Durst in that secret place approach, 'twas now
Too late to think on, the Rocks spatious brow,
Was clouded ore with men, whose glittering Armes
Threatend destruction, ere their swift alarms
Could summon sleeps infeebled aid; whilst they
Forsake their Prisoner, who becomes a Prey
To the Invaders, seeking safety in
Their flight, they fall before him, that had been
Ordaind to speedier ruine, entring at
The open Salliport, they give by that
Rash Act directions to the Foe, that mixt
Promiscuously with them, and now had fixt
Their Standards on the Gates. The Castle in
Feaverish alarms sweating, did begin
To ease her fiery stomach, by the breath
O'th full-mouth'd Cannon, Ministers of death
In this hot labour busily distills
Extracted spirits, noyse and tumult fills
The frighted City, whose fir'd turrets lent
A dismal light. But the Assaylants spent
Their bloud in vain, the Souldiers that had been
At the first trembling fit distracted in
Confusions giddy maze, had rallied now
Their scattered spirits, and were seeking how
To purge dishonours stains in the bright fire
Of rage contracted valour. To retire
Unto their Ships in safety, now is all
Th' Invaders hope for, but so many fall
In that attempt, it leave no triumphs due
To Fortunes temple. By this winding clew
Of various fate, Argalia only findes
That stroke of death deceived, no hand unbindes
His corded arms, but that which meant to lay
Bondage as hard, so corrasives doe stay
A Gangrene fed by springs of poysonous blood,
When reaching at the heart, as these withstood
The catarracts of death. With tyrants more
Indomitable, then the sea that bore
Their black Fleet, leave our Hero to untie
This knotty riddle of his fate, whilst by
The ignis fatuus of a fancie led
With slow pac'd feet, through other paths we tread.

The tumults of the City silenc'd in
A peacefull calme, what the effects had bin
Of those loud clamours, whilst all seek to know
Argalia's losse makes giddy wonder grow
Into suspition, that this Act might be
Some stratagem oth' Guvernour, to free
Himself from a Successor, but those sly
Darts of mistrust were rendred hurtless by
His Princes Mandates, whose invenom'd hate,
That spurious birth had made legitimate.
Yet swift Revenge affronts his Treason in
Its full carier, his Master having bin
By him informd of a surprizal, where
All sounds but death affrighted, could not bear
The burthen of his Fears, and yet not sink
Deeper in sin, ere the poor wretch could think
On ought but undeserv'd Rewards, he by
A brace of Mutes being strangl'd, from the high
But empty Cloudes of Expectation drops,
To let the World know what vain shadow props
Those blood-erected Pyramids that stand
On secret Murthers black and rotten Sand.

When thus the Syracusian had secur'd
His future Fame, Passion that still endur'd
A strong distemperature, slept not untill
The story of their crosse Design did fill
Palermo's Princes Ear, Argalia's losse,
Was now the Ball that babling Fame did tosse
Thorough the Court, upon whose airy Wing,
Reaching the Island, it too soon did bring
The heavy News, disguiz'd in Robes more sad
Then truth to her, whose stock of Vertues had
Been venter'd on that Sea of Merit, in
Such forms of Griefe, as Princes that have been
Hurld from the splendent Glories of a Throne,
Into a Dungeon, her great Soul did grone
Beneath the Weights of grief; the doleful Tale,
Had thunder-strook all joy, her Spir'ts exhale
Their vigour forth in sighs, and faintly let
That glorious Fabrick unto which they'r set
Supporters fall to th' Earth; yet sorrow stayes
Not in this frigid Zone, rude grief betrays
Her Passions to her Fathers jealous Ear
Who fearing least Argalia's Stars might clear
Their smoaky Orbs, and once more take a flight
From deaths cold house by a translated Light,
To separate from sorrow, and again,
In Fortunes house Lord of th' Ascendant Raign:
He doubts that Islands safety, and from thence
Removes her with what speedy diligence,
Fear could provoke suspition to; her Train
Shook with that suddain change, desire in vain
The Islands pleasure, ere they know how much
Their Fates must differ; as it oft in such
Unlookt for changes happens, each man vents
His own Opinion, some did discontents,
Of the young Princess, others that the season
Of th' year was cause; but though none know his reason,
All must obey his Will. The pleasant Isle
Whose Walks, fair Gardens, Prospects did beguile
Time of so many happy hours, must now
A solitary Wildernesse, whose brow,
Winter had bound in folds of Ice, be left
To wail their absence, whilst each Tree bereft
Of Leaves, did like to Virgin Mourners stand,
Cloathd in white Vails of glittering Icelets, and
Shook with the breath of those sharp windes that brought
The hoarie Fish. The pensive birds had sought
Out Springs that were unbar'd with ice, and there
Grew hoarse with cold. The crusted earth did wear
A rugged armour. Every bank unclad
With flowers, conceal'd the juicie roots that had
Adorned their Summers dresse. The Meadowes green
And fragrant Mantle, withering lay between
The grizlie mountains naked armes. All growes
Into a swift decay, as if it owes
That tribute unto her departure, by
Whose presence 'twas adorned. Seated did lie
Within the circuit of Ghirenza's wall,
(Though stretch'd t' imbrace) a Castle which they call
The Princes tower, a place whose strength had stood
Unshook with danger, when that violent flood
Of warre rag'd in the Land, hither were brought
Such (if of Noble bloud) whose greatnesse sought
From treacherous plots extension, yet although
To those a prison, here he did bestow
His best of treasure, briefly, it had been
Unto the Spartan Kings a Magazeen
Since first they rul'd that Kingdome, and when ere
A war drew near them, their industrious care
Made it their place of residence; the hill
'Twas built upon, with's rockie feet did fill
A spatious Istmos, at its depth a Lake
Supply'd by'th neighbouring sea, let in to make
The Fort the more impregnable, with slow
But a deep current running, did bestow
A dreadfull prospect on the bended brow
O'th hill, which cover'd with no earth did bow
Its torn clifts o're the heavy stream. The way
That led to it, was o're a bridge, which they
That guard it did each night draw up, from whence
A steep ascent, whose natural defence
Assisted by all helps of art, had made
The fatal place so dangerous to invade,
Each step a death presented. Here when he
Had plac'd his daughter, whose securitie
Rocks, walls, nor rivers warranted, without
A trusty guard of Souldiers, hem'd about
The walls, lesse hard then they. Those Gentlemen
That on her happier Court attended, when
Argalia did command them, as too milde
Were now discharg'd, their office on a wilde
Band of those Mountain Souldiers, who had in
His last great war most fam'd for valour bin,
Being confer'd, and these left they should be
Forc'd by commands into civilitie,
Bestow'd upon the fierce Brumorchus, one
Whose knotty disposition nature spun
With all her coursest threds, composing it
For strength, not beauty, yet a Lodging fit
For such a rough, unpolish'd guest as that
Black soul, whose dictates it ought trembled at,
In feaverish glooms, whose subterranean fire
Inflamed that ill-formed Chaos with desire
Its vigour to imploy in nought of kin
To goodnesse, till 'twas better temper'd in
The Princes Court, where though he could not cast
His former rudenesse off, yet having past
The filing of the Courtiers tongues, at length
It thus far wrought him, he converts that strength
To's Princes service, which till then had lay
In Passions Fetters, learning to obey,
The gentle strokes of Government; though bred
In salvage wildness, nurst with blood, and fed
With hourly Rapine, since he had forsook,
Those Desart haunts, a firm obedience took,
Hold on's robustious Nature, not to be
By that effeminate wanton (flattery)
Strok'd to an yeilding mildnesse, which being known,
To the mistrustful Prince, whose Passions grown
So far above the reach of Reason, that
Her strength could not support them, bending at
Their own unweildy temper, sunk into
Acts, that his milder thoughts would blush to do;
Makes him from all his nobler Captains choose
Forth this indomitable beast; to use,
So harsh a Discipline unto the sole
Heir to his Crown, a Lady that did rowl
More Vertues on the Spindle of her Life,
Then Fate dayes length of Thred, had rais'd a strife,
So high in his vext Subjects blood, that all
Murmure in secret, but there's none durst call
His Princes Acts in question, to behold
Her Prison through their tears, and then unfold
Their Friends a Vail of sorrow, is the most
Their Charity durst do: But that which crost
Distrest Pharonnida above the grief
Of her restraint, or ought but the belief
Of her Argalia's death, is now to be
Bar'd when she wants it, most society
With sorrowful Florenza, whilst she stayd
The Partner of her secrets, now betrayd
By false Amphibia to her Father, and
Banisht the Court, retiring to withstand
The storms of greatnesse, to her Fathers own
Poor quiet home, which as if nere she'd known,
The beauties of a Palace, did content
Her eaven thoughts at leasure to lament,
In pensive tears, her wretched Mistresse Fate,
Whose joyes eclips'd, converts her Robes of State
To mourning Sables; what delights the place,
Was capable of having to deface
The Characters of grief, her Father strives
To make them hers, but no such choice Flower thrives
In the cold Region of her Breast, she makes
Her Prison such as theirs, whose guilt forsakes
All hopes of Mercy; the slow-footed day,
Hardly from Night distinguisht, steals away
Few beams from her tear-clouded Eyes, and those
A melancholy Pensivenesse bestows,
On saddest Objects: The ore-shadowed Room
Wherein she sate, seemd but a large siz'd Tomb,
Where Beauty buried lay, its furniture
Of doleful black hung in it, to inure,
Her Eyes to Objects like her Thoughts, in which
Night dress of sorrow, till a Smile enrich
Impoverisht Beauty, I must leave her to
Her sighs (those sad Companions) and renew
His fatal Story, for whose Love alone,
She dares exchange the Glories of a Throne.