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Amarillis.
No mortall work successfully is done
“Which with th'immortall gods is not begun.
Full of distractions, and with heavie heart
I did from hence unto the Temple part:
Whence (Heaven be prais'd) I come as light as air,
And strangely comforted: for at my pray'r

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Pure and devout, I felt from thence, (me thought)
Another soul into my body shot,
Which whisper'd, Fear not Amarillis, go
Securely on. I, and I will do so,
Heav'n guiding.—Fair Mother of Love, befriend
Her that on thee for succour doth depend:
Thou that as Queen in the third Orb do'st shine,
If e're thou felt'st thy Son's flames, pitie mine.
Bring (courteous Goddesse) by a secret path
Quickly that youth to whom I've pawn'd my faith.
And thou deer cave, till I have done my work,
Suffer this slave of Love in thee to lurk.
But Amarillis, all the coast is cleer,
None nigh to see thee, and none nigh to hear;
Securely enter. O Mirtillo, O
Mirtillo, if thou dream'dst wherefore I go!—