Julia ; Or, The Italian Lover | ||
SCENE III.
Olympiasees, and takes up the picture.
Ay, as I thought, her picture. On this face
His eyes were fed, when my approach surpris'd him.
Thou fair consumer of his pining soul,
O, thou delicious poison, for a while,
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With what a blaze of wealth has he adorn'd it!
What gems are here! I'll leave it in her sight;
This silent proof should more commend his suit,
Than hot-breath'd vows, whose common vehemence
Their common violation quickly follows.
Julia ; Or, The Italian Lover | ||