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Soon as the morning left her rosy bed,
Of his unhappy fate, but all in vain ; And all heaven's smaller lights were driven away, And thus fond Echo answers him again: She, by her friends and near acquaintance led, It mov'd Aurora, and the wept to hear, Like other maids, would walk at break of day : Dewing the verdant grass with many a tear.
Aurora blush'd to fee a light unknown,
To behold cheeks more beauteous than her own.
THE Е сно.
1. From her, whose eyes had stole away his heart. H! what hath caus'd my killing miseries "**
my case ?"
Eres," Echo said. “ What hath detain's Philctus he was call'd, sprung from a race Of noble ancestors; but greedy Time
“ Ease,” straight the reasonable nymph replies. And envious Fate had labour'd to deface
" That nothing can my troubled mind appease ?" The glory which in his great stock did shine :
“ PEACE," Echo answers, “ What, is any Small his estate, unfitting her degree; But blinded Love could no such difference sec.
Philetus said. She quickly utters, Yet he by chance had hit his heart aright,
II. And dipt his arrow in Conftantia's eyes,
“ Is 't Echo answers ? tell me then thy will :" Blowing a fire that would destroy him quite,
“ I WILL," the said. • What shall I get,” says Unless such flames within her heart should rise.
hc, But yet he fears, because he blinded is,
“ By loving still?" To which she answers, “ ILL." Though he have shot him right, her heart he'll
“ ni! Shall I void of wish'd-for pleasures die? miss.
“ Shall not I, who toil in ceaseless pain, Unto Love's altar therefore he repairs,
“ Some pleasure know?” “ No," he replica And offers up a pleasing facrifice;
again. Intreating Cupid, with inducing prayers,
III. To look upon and ease his miseries :
« False and inconstant nymph, thou lyett !" said Where having wept, recovering breath again, Thus to immortal Lovc he did complain :
"“ Tuou LYEST," she said; “ And I deserv'd her « Oh, mighty Cupid! whose unbounded sway
hate, " Hath often rul'd th’Olympian thunderer; “ If I should thec believe." “ BELIEVE," faith " Whom all cælestial deities obey;
The. k. Whom men and gods both reverence and fear! “ For why? thy idle words are of no weight." « Oh force Constantia's heart to yield to love ! “ WEIGHT," she answers. “ Therefore I'll
« Of all thy works the master-piece 'twill prove. u And let me not affection vainly spend,
To which resounding Echo answers, “ Part." " But kindle flames in her like those in me; THEN from the woods with wounded heart he " Yet is that gift my fortune doth transcend,
gocs, « Grant that her charming beauty I may see! Filling with legions of fresh thoughts his mind, “ For ever view those eyes, whose charming He quarrels with himself, because his woes light,
Spring from himself, yet can no medicine find: “ More than the world besides, does please my He weeps to quench the fires that buru in him, fight.
But tears do fall to th' earth, flames are wich
in. “ Those who contema thy sacred deity, “ Laugh at thy power, make them thine anger No morning banish'd darkness, nor black night know:
By her alternate course expellid the day, " I faultless am; what honour can it be,
In which Philctus by a constant rite « Only to wound your flave, and spare your foe?" At Cupid's altars did not weep and pray;
Here tears and lighs speak his imperfect moan, And yet he nothing reap'd for all his pain,
In language far more moving than his own. But care and forrow was his only gain. Home he retir'd, his soul he brought not home; But now at last the pitying God, o'ercome Just like a ship, while every mounting wave By constant votes and tears, fix'd in her heart Tofs'd by enraged Boreas up and down,
A golden shaft, and the is now become Threatens the mariner with a gaping grave; A suppliant to Love, that with like dart
Such did his case, such did his state appear, He'd wound Philetus; does with tears implore Alike distracted between hope and fear.
Aid from that power the so much scorn'd be.
fore. Thinking her love he never shall obtain, One morn he haunts the woods, and doth con- Little she thinks she kept Philetus' heart plain
In her scorch'd breast, because her own she gave
« Think all you with perform’d; but see, the “ Of heaven : when, Sweet, my thoughts once day,
tax but thee “ Tir’d with its heat, is hafting now away!" “ With any crime, may I lose all happiness
“ Is with'd for: both your favour here, and Home from the silent woods night bids them go :
dead, But ind Philetus cap no comfort find;
May the just gods pour vengeance on my What in the day he lears of future woe,
head!" At night in dreams, like truth, affrights his mind. Why doit thou vex him, Love? Could'it thou Whilst he was speaking this (hehold their fate!) but see,
Constantia's father enter'd in the room, Thou would'st thyself Philetus' rival be.
When glad Philetus, ignorant of his state,
Kulcs her cheeks, more red than setting fun, Pull crates, pitying his doleful moan,
Or else the morn, blushing through clouds of And Younded with the sorrows of his friend,
water, Brings him to fair Conftantia; where alone He mighe impart his love, and either end
To fee ascending Sol congratulate her. His fruitless hopes, nipt by her coy disdain, Just as the guilty prisoner fearful stands, Or, by her liking, his witht joys attain.
Reading his fatal Theta in the brows
Of him who both his life and death commands, * Faireft," said he, “ whom the bright heavens
Ere from his mouth hc the sad sentence knows:
Such was his state to see her father come, “ Do not these tears, these speaking tears, despise !
Nor wish'd-for, nor expected, in the room, “ These heaving fighs of a submissive lover, Thus struck to th' earth by your all-dazzling
Th' enrag'd old man bids him no more to dare eyes!
Such bold intrusion in that house, nor be * And do you not coatemn that ardent flame, At any time with his lov'd daughter there, " Which from yourself, your own fair beauty, Till he had given him such authority : came!
But to depart, since the her love did few him,
Was living death, with lingering torments ta * Trust me, I long have hid my love; but now
him. An fore'd to show 't, such is my inward smart!
And you alone, fair Saint! the means do know 'This being known to kind Philocrates, * To heal the wound of my consuming heart, He chears his friend, bidding him banish fear,
Then, since it only in your power doth lie And by some letter his griev'd mind appeale, " To kill or save, Oh! help, or else I die." And thew her that which to her friendly ear
Time gave no leave to tell: and thus his quill His gently cruel love did thus reply;
Deciares to her che absent lover's will. " } for your paiu am grieved, and would do, " Without impeachment of my chastity * And honour, any thing might pleasure you.
* But, if beyond those limits you demand, " I must not answer, Sir, nor understand.”
THE LET T E R. Believe me, virtuous maiden! my defire
PHILETUS " is chale and pious as thy virgin thought; * No flash of luft, 'tis no dishonest fire,
I TRUST, dear foul, my absence cannot move “ Which goes as soon as it was quickly brought; You to forget or doubt my arden: love;
* But as thy beauty pure; which let not be For, were there any means to see you, I * Eclipsed by disdain and cruelty!
Would run through death, and all the misery
Fate could inflict; that so the world might say, " Oh! how shall I reply ?" she cry'd, " thou 'n
In life and death I lov'd Conftantia.
Then let not, dearest Sweet, our absence part My soul, and therefore take thy vi&ory:
Our loves, but each breast keep the other's heart; Thy eyes and speeches have my heart o'ercome,
Give warruth to one another, till there rise And if I should deny thee love, then I
From all our labours and our industries Should be a tyrant to myself: that fire " Which is kept close burns with the greatest
The long-expected fruits; have patience, Sweet,
There's no man whom the summer pleasures greet ire.
Before he taste the winter; none can say, Yet do not count my yielding lightness, now; Ere night was gone, he faw the rising day. Impute it rather to my ardent love;
So, when we once have wafted sorrow's night, * Thy pleasing carriage won me long ago,
The fun of comfort then shall give us liglit. " And pleading beauty did nıy liking move ;
PHILETIS. Thy eyes, which draw like loadstones with
This, when Costantia read, Me thonglit her state The hardest hearts, won mine to leave me
Most happy, by Philctus' constancy quite."
Ard perfect love: she thanks her flattering fate,
Kifies the paper, till with kising the *Oh! I am rapt above the reach,” said he, The welcome characters doth duil and stain:
Of thought; my soul aiready feels the bliss Then thus with ink and tears writus back again,
YOUR absence, Sir, though it be long, yet I Neither forget nor doubt your constancy. Nor need you fear that I should yield unto Another, what to your true love is duc. My heart is yours; it is not in my claim, Nor have I power to take it back again. There 's nought but death can part our souls ; no
But for the harvest of our hopes I'll stay,
Oh! how this letter secin'd to raise his pride!
Prouder than Jason, when from Colchos he
Returned with the fleece's victory.
Them kind Philocrates t' each other brought,
wrought. « Sweet fair-one,” said Philetus, “ since the time “ Favours our with, and docs afford us leave “ T'enjoy our loves; oh, let us not relign “ This long'd-for favour, nor ourselves bereave
“ Of what we wish'd for, Opportunity,
“ We may depart in safety, and no more
“ With dreams of pleafure only, heal cur sore."
She yields; and, singing added to desire,
Rapt up with secret joy that they have found
A way to heal the torment of their wound. But, ere the fun through many days had run, Constantia's charming beauty had o'ercome Guisardo's heart, and scorn'd affection won; Her eyes foon conquer'd all they shone upon, Shot through his wounded heart such hot de
fire, As nothing but her love could quench the fire. In roofs which gold and Parian stonc adorn (Proud as the owner's mind) he did abound; În fields fo fertile for their yearly corn, As might contend with scorch'a Calabria's ground;
But in his soul, that should contain the ftore
Of sureft riches, he was bafe and poor. Him was Constantia urg'd continually By' her friends, to love: sometimes they did inWith gentle speeches and mild courtesy; Which when they see despis’d by her, they threai.
But love too deep was scated in her heart,
To be worn-out by thought of any smart.
With them Conftantia went, but not to find
The bear or wolf, but Love all mild and kind. Being enter'd in the pathless woods, while they Pursue their game, Philetus, who was late Hid in a thickct, carries straight away His love, and haitens his own hally fate;
That came too soon upon him; and his fun
Was quite eclips'd before it fully more. Constantia miss'd, the hunters in amaze Take each a several course, and by curst fate Guisardo runs, with a love-carried pace, Tow'rds them, who little knew their woefal
ftate : Philetus, like bold Icarus, soaring high
To honours, found the depth of misery.
Eut, ere his fpirits were posleit of death,