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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.
Th' obfequious lover follows still her train,
And where they go, that way his journey feigns :
Shonld they turn back, he would turn back again;

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For with his love, his business does remain.
Nor is it strange he should be loth to part

1. From her, whose eyes had stole away his heart. H! what hath caus'd my killing miseries "**

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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



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« 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.

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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,

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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

Or angry friends, shall make my love decline :

But for the harvest of our hopes I'll stay,
Unless death cut it, ere 'tis ripe, away.


Oh! how this letter secin'd to raise his pride!
Prouder was he of this than Phaeton,
When he did Phæbus' flaming chariot guide,
Unknowing of the danger was to come:

Prouder than Jason, when from Colchos he

Returned with the fleece's victory.
But ere the autumn, which fair Ceres crown'd,
Had paid the sweating plowman's greedieft prayer,
And by the fall difrob’d the gaudy ground
Of all those ornaments it us'd to wear;

Them kind Philocrates t' each other brought,
Where they this means t' enjoy their freedom

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,
“ That may too soon the wings of love out-

“ For when your father, as his custom is,
“ For pleasure doth pursue the timorous hare,
“ If you'll resort but thither, I'll not miss
“ To be in those woods ready for you, where

“ We may depart in safety, and no more

“ With dreams of pleafure only, heal cur sore."
To this the happy lovers foon agree;
But, ere th y part, Philetus begs to hear,
From her inchanting voice's melody,
One song to satisfy his longing ear:

She yields; and, singing added to desire,
The listening youth increas'd his amorous fire.

Then, though death's sad night appear,
And we in lonely filence rest;
Our ravish'd souls no more shall fear,
But with lasting day be blest.

And then no friends can part us more,
For no new deach extend its power;
Thus there 's nothing can dislever
Hearts which love hath join'd together.
FEAR of being feen, Philetus homeward drove,
But ere they part she willingly doth give
(As faithful pledges of her constant love)
Many a soft kifs; then they each other leave,

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.
Soon did her father to the woods repair,
To seek for sport, and hunt the started game;
Guisardo and Philocrates were there,
With many friends too tedious here to name :

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.
For when Guisardo sees his rival there,
Swelling with e: vious rage, he comes behind
Philetus, who such fortune did not fear,
And with his sword a way to 's heart does find.

Eut, ere his fpirits were posleit of death,
In these few words be spent his latest breath :


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