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What worse to wretched virtue could befal,
If fate, or giddy fortune, govern'd all?
Nay, worse than other beasts is our estate:
Them to pursue their pleasures you create;
We, bound by harder laws, must curb our will,
And your commands, not our desires fulfil;
Then when the creature is unjustly slain,
Yet after death at least he feels no pain:
But man, in life surcharg'd with woe before,
Not freed when dead, is doom'd to suffer more.
A serpent shoots his sting at unaware;
An ambush'd thief forelays a traveller:
The man lies murder'd; while the thief and snake,
One gains the thickets, and one thrids the brake.
This let divines decide; but well I know,
Just or unjust, I have my share of woe;
Through Saturn seated in a luckless place,
And Juno's wrath, that persecutes my race;
Or Mars and Venus, in a quartil, move
My pangs of jealousy for Arcite's love.

Let Palamon oppress'd in bondage mourn,
While to his exil'd rival we return.
By this, the sun, declining from his height,
The day had shorten'd, to prolong the night:
The lengthen'd night gave length of misery
Both to the captive lover and the free;
For Palamon in endless prison mourns,
And Arcite forfeits life if he returns :
The banish'd never hopes his love to see,
Nor hopes the captive lord his liberty.
'Tis hard to say who suffers greater pains :
One sees his love, but cannot break his chains;
One free, and all his motions uncontrol'd,
Beholds whate'er he would, but what he would
behold.

Judge as you please, for I will haste to tell
What fortune to the banish'd knight befel.
When Arcite was to Thebes return'd again,
The loss of her he lov'd renew'd his pain;
What could be worse, than never more to see
His life, his soul, his charming Emily?
He ray'd with all the madness of despair,
He roar'd, he beat his breast, he tore his hair.
Dry sorrow in his stupid eyes appears;
For, wanting nourishment, he wanted tears:
His eye-balls in their hollow sockets sink;
Bereft of sleep, he loaths his meat and drink.
He withers at his heart, and looks as wan
As the pale spectre of a murder'd man :
That pale turns yellow, and his face receives
The faded hue of sapless boxen leaves :
In solitary groves he makes his moan,
Walks early out, and ever is alone:
Nor mix'd in mirth, in youthful pleasures shares,
But sighs when songs and instruments he hears.
His spirits are so low, his voice is drown'd,
He hears as from afar, or in a swoon,
Like the deaf murmurs of a distant sound:
Uncomb'd his locks, and squalid his attire,
Unlike the trim of love and gay desire:
But full of museful mopings, which presage
The loss of reason, and conclude in rage.
This when he had endur'd a year and more,
Now whelly chang'd from what he was before,

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It happen'd once, that, slumb'ring as he lay,
He dream'd (his dream began at break of day)
That Hermes o'er his head in air appear'd, :
And with soft words his drooping spirits cheer'd:
His hat, adorn'd with wings, disclos'd the God,
And in his hand he bore the sleepcoinpelling rods.
Such as he seen'd, when, at his sire's command,
On Argus' head he laid the snaky wand.
Arise, he said, to conquering Athens go;
There fate appoints an end to all thy woe.
The fright awaken'd Arcite with a start;
Against his bosom bounc'd his heaving heart;
But soon he said, with scarce-recover'd breath,
And thither will I go to meet my death,
Sure to be slain; but death is my desire,
Since in Emilia's sight I shall expire.
By chance he spied a mirror while he spoke,
And gazing there, beheld his alter'd look ;
Wond'ring he saw his features and his hue
Somuchwerechang'd, thatscarcehimself heknew.
A sudden thought then started in his mind,
Since I in Arcite cannot Arcite find,
The world may search in vain with all their eyes,
But never penetrate through this disguise.
Thanks to the change which grief and sickness
In low estate I may securely live, [give,
And see, unknown, my mistress day by day.
He said; and cloath'd himself in coarse array,
A lab'ring hind in show; and forth he went,
And to th' Athenian tow'rs his journey bent;
One 'squire attended in the same disguise,
Made conscious of his master's enterprise.
Arriv'd at Athens, soon he came to court,
Unknown, unquestion'd, in that thick resort 2
Proff 'ring for hire his service at the gate,
To drudge, draw water, and to run or wait.
So far befel him, that for little gain
He serv'd at first Emilia's chamberlain ;
And, watchful all advantages to spy,
Was still at hand, and in his master's eye;
And as his bones were big, his sinews strong,
Refus'd no toil that could to slaves belong!
But from deep wells with engines water drew,
And us'd his noble hands the world to hew.
He pass'd a year at least attending thus
On Einily, and call'd Philostratus.
But never was there man of his degree
So much esteen'd, so well belov'd as he.
So gentle of condition was he known,
That thro' the court his courtesy was blown:
All think him worthy of a greater place,
And recommend him to the royal grace;
That, exercis'd within a higher sphere,
His virtues more conspicuous might appear.
Thus by the gen'ral voice was Arcite prais'd,
And by great Theseus to high favor rais'd:
Among his menial servants first enroll'd,
And largely entertain'd with sums of gold:
Besides what secretly from Thebes was sent,
Of his own income, and his annual rent:
This well employ'd, he purchas'd friends and fame,
But cautiously conceal'd from whence it came,
Thus for three years he liv'd with large increase,
In arms of honor, and esteem in peace;

To

To Theseus' person he was ever near;
And Theseus, for his virtues, held him dear.

BOOK II.

WHILE Arcite lives in bliss, the story turns Where hopeless Palamon in prison mourns. For six long years immur'd, the captive knight Haddragg'd hischains, and scarcely seen the light: Lost liberty and love at once he bore: His prison pain'd him much, his passion more: Nor dares he hope his fetters to remove, Nor ever wishes to be free from love.

But when the sixth revolving year was run, And may within the Twins receiv'd the sun, Were it by chance, or forceful destiny, Which forms in causes first whate'er shall be, Assisted by a friend, one moonless night, This Palaion from prison took his flight: A pleasant beverage he prepar'd before Of wine and honey mix'd with added store Of opium; to his keeper this he brought, Who swallow'd unaware the sleepy draught, And snor'd secure till morn, his senses bound In slumber, and in long oblivion drown'd. Short was the night, and careful Palamon Sought the next covert ere the rising sun. A thick-spread forest near the city lay, To this with lengthen'd strides he took his way (For far he could not fly, and fear'd the day).. Safe from pursuit, he meant to shun the light, Till the brown shadows of the friendly night To Thebes might favor his intended flight. When to his country come, his next design Was all the Theban race in arms to join, And war on Theseus, till he lost his life, Or won the beauteous Emily to wife. Thus while his thoughts the ling'ring day beguile; To gentle Arcite let us turn our style; Who little dream'd how nigh he was to care, Till treach'rous fortune caught him in the snare. The morning-lark, the messenger of day, Saluted in her song the morning grey; And soon the sun arose with beams so bright, That all the horizon laugh'd to see the joyous sight; He with his trepid rays the rose renews, And licks the drooping leaves, and dries the dews; When Arcite left his bed resolv'd to pay Observance to the month of merry May: Forth on his fiery steed betimes he rode, That scarcely prints the turf on which he trod; At ease he seem'd, and, prancing o'er the plains, Turn'd only to the grove his horse's reins, The grove I nam'd before; and, lighted there, A woodbine garland sought to crown his hair; Then turn'd his face against the rising day, And rais'd his voice to welcome in the May. For thee, sweet month, the groves green liveries If not the first, the fairest of the year: [wear; For thee the Graces lead the dancing hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flow'rs: When thy short reign is past, the feverish sun The sultry tropic fears, and moves more slowly on: So may thy tender blossoms fear no blight, Nor goats with venom'd teeth thy tendrils bite,

As thou shalt guide my wand'ring feet to find The fragrant greens I seek, my brows to bind. His vows address'd, within the grove he

stray'd,

Till fate, or fortune, near the place convey'd
His steps where secret Palamon was laid.
Full little thought of him the gentle knight,
Who flying death had there conceal'd his flight,
In brakes and brambles hid, and shunning
mortal sight;

And less he knew him for his hated foe,
But fear'd him as a man he did not know.
But as it has been said of antient years,
That fields are full of eyes, and woods have ears;
For this the wise are ever on their guard;
For unforeseen, they say, is unprepar'd.
Uncautious Arcite thought himself alone,
And less than all suspected Palamon,
Who list'ning heard him, while he search'd the
And loudly sung his roundelay of love; [grove;
But on the sudden stopp'd, and silent stood,
As lovers often muse, and change their mood;
Now high as heaven, and then as low as hell;
Now up, now down, as buckets in a well;
For Venus, like her day, will change her cheer,
And seldom shall we see a Friday clear.
Thus, Arcite, having sung, with alter'd hue
Sunk on the ground, and from his bosom drew
A desp'rate sigh, accusing Heaven and Fate,
And angry Juno's unrelenting hate.
Curs'd be the day when first I did appear!
Let it be blotted from the calendar, [year,
Lest it pollute the month, and poison all the
Still will the jealous Queen pursue our race?
Cadmus is dead, the Theban city was:
Yet ceases not her hate; for all who coine
From Cadmus are involv'd in Cadmus' doom,
I suffer for my blood: unjust decree!
That punishes another's crime on me.
In mean estate I serve my mortal foe,
The man who caus'd my country's overthrow,
This is not all; for Juno, to my shame,
Has forc'd me to forsake my former name;
Arcite I was, Philostratus I am.
That side of heaven is all my enemy;
Mars ruin'd Thebes, his mother ruin'd me.
Of all the royal race remains but one
Besides myself, th' unhappy Palamon,
Whom Theseus holds in bonds, and will not free;
Without a crime except his kin to me.
Yet these, and all the rest I could endure;
But love's a malady without a cure;
Fierce Love has pierc'd me with his fiery dart;
He fires within, and hisses at my heart.
Your eyes, fair Emily, my fate pursue;
I suffer for the rest, I die for you.
Of such a Goddess no time leaves record,
Who burn'd the temple where she was ador'd:
And let it burn, I never will complain;
Pleas'd with my suff'rings, if you knew my pain.

At this a sickly qualm his heart assail'd,"
His ears ring inward, and his senses fail'd.
No word miss'd Palamon of all he spoke,
But soon to deadly pale he chang'd his look:

He

He trembled every limb, and felt a sinart,
As if cold steel had glided through his heart;
No longer staid; but, starting from his place,
Discover'd stood, and show'd his hostile face..
False traitor, Arcite, traitor to thy blood,
Bound by thy sacred oath to seek my good,
Now art thou found forsworn for Emily,
And dar'st attempt her love for whom I die.
So hast thou cheated Theseus with a wile,
Against thy vow, returning to beguile
Under a borrow'd name; as false to me,
So false thou art to him who set thee free:
But rest assur'd that either thou shalt die,
Or else renounce thy claim in Emily:
For though unarm'd I ain, and (freed by chance)
Am here without my sword or pointed lance,
Hope not, base man, unquestion'd hence to go;
For I am Palamon, thy mortal foe.

Arcite, who heard his tale, and knew the mau,
His sword unsheath'd and fiercely thus began:
Now by the Gods who govern heaven above,
Wert thou not weak with hunger, niad with
love,

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That word had been thy last, or in this grove
This hand should force thee to renounce thy love,
The sure which I gave thee, I defy:
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie;
And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Know, I will serve the fair in thy despite;
But since thou art my kinsman aud a knight,
Here, have my faith, to-morrow in this grove
Our arms shall plead the titles of our love
And Heaven so help my right, as I alone
Will come, and keep the cause and quarrel both
unknown,

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And thinks, here comes my mortal enemy,
And either he must fall in fight, or I :
This while he thinks, he lifts aloft his dart :
A gen'rous chilness seises ev'ry part; [heart.
The veins pour back the blood, and fortify the

Thus pale they meet, their eyes with fury burn;
None greets, for none the greeting will return;
But in dumb surliness each arm'd with care,
His foc profest, as brother of the war:

Then both, no moment lost, at once advance
Against each other, arm'd with sword and lances
They lash, they foin, they pass, they strive to bore
Their corslets, and the thinnest parts explore.
Thus two long hours in equal arms they stood,
And wounded, wound; till both were bath'd in
And not a foot of ground had either gøt, [blood;
As if the world depended on the spot.
Fell Arcite like an angry tiger far'd,
And like a lion Palamon appear'd:
Or as two boars whom love to battle draws,
With rising bristles, and with frothy jaws,
Their adverse breasts with tusks oblique they

wound,

With grunts and groans the forest rings around.
So fought the knights, and fighting must abide,
Till fate an umpire sends their diff'rence to decide.
The pow'r that ministers to God's decrees,
And executes on earth what Heaven foresees,
Cali'd providence, or chance, or fatal sway,
Comes with resistless force, and finds or makes her
Nor kings, nor nations, nor united pow'r, [way.
One moment can retard th' appointed hour,
And some one day some wond'rous chance ap-

pears,

Which happen'd not in centuries of years :
For sure whate'er we mortals hate, or love,
Or hope, or fear, depends on pow'rs above:
They move our appetites to good or ill,
And by foresight necessitate the will.
In Theseus this appears, whose youthful joy
Was beasts of chase in forests to destroy;
This gentle knight, inspir'd by jolly May,
Forsook his easy couch at early day,

And to the wood and wilds pursued his way.
Beside him rode Hippolita the queen,
And Emily attir'd in lively green,

With hors, and hounds, and all the tuneful cry,
To hunt a roval hart within the covert nigh:
And as he follow'd Mars before, so now
He serves the goddess of the silver bow.
The way that Thesens took was to the wood
Where the two knights in cruel battle stood:

With arms of proof both for myself and thee;
Choose thou the best, and leave the worst to me.
And, that a better case thou may'st abide,
Bedding and clothes I will this night provide,
And needful sustenance, that thou may'st be
A conquest better won, and worthy me.
His promise Palamon aceepts; but pray'd
To keep it better than the first he made.
Thus fair they parted till the morrow's dawn;
For each had laid his plighted faith to pawn.
Oh Love! thou sternly does thy pow'r maintain,
And wilt not bear a rival in thy reign;
Tyrants and thou all fellowship disdain.
This was in Arcite prov'd, and Palamon;
Both in despair, yet each would love alone.
Arcite return'd, and, as in honor tied,
His foe with bedding and with food supplied,
Then, ere the day, two suits of armor sought,The
Which borne before him on his steed he brought:
Both were of shining steel, and wrought so pure,
As might the strokes of two such arms endure.
Now at the time, and in th' appointed place,
The challenger and challengd, face to face,
Approach; each other from afar they knew,
And from afar their hatred chang'd their hue.
So stands the Thracian herdsman with his spear
Full in the gap, and hopes the hunted bear;
And hears him rustling in the wood, and sees
His course at distance by the bending trees;

lawn on which they fought, th' appointed
place

In which the uncoupl dhounds began the chace.
Thither forth-right he rode to rouse the prey,
That shaded by the fern in harbour lay;
And, thence dislodg'd, was wont to leave the
wood

For

open fields, and cross the crystal flood,
Approach'd, and looking underneath the sun,
He saw proud Arcite, and fierce Palamon
In mortal battle doubling blow on blow,
Like lightning flam'd their falchions to and fro,

The queen above the rest, by nature good
(The pattern form'd of perfect womanhood),
For tender pity wept: when she began,
Thro' the bright quire th' infectious virtue ran.
All dropp'd their tears, ev'n the contended
maid;

And thus among themselves they softly said:
What eyes can suffer this unworthy sight:

The mastership of heavea in face and mind,
And lovers far beyond their faithless kind:
See their wide streaming wounds; they neither

came

For pride of empire, nor desire of fame.
Kings fight for kingdoms, madmen for applause:
But love for love alone; that crowns the lover's

cause.

This thought, which ever bribes the beauteous
Such pity wrought in ev'ry lady's mind, kind,
They left their steeds, and, prostrate on the place,
From the fierceking implor'd the offenders' grace.

And shot a dreadful gleam ; so strong they struck, By Mars, the patron of my arms, yon die.
There seem'd less force requir'd to fell an oak:He said; dumb sorrow seis'd the standers-by.
Hle gaz'd with wonder on their equal might,
Look'd eager on, but knew not either knight:
Resolv'd to learn, he spurr'd his fiery steed
With goring rowels to provoke his speed.
The minute ended that began the race,
So soon he was betwixt them on the place;
And with his sword unsheath'd, on pain of life,
Commands both combatants to cease their strife:
Then with imperious tone pursues his threat-Two youths of royal blood, renown'd in fight,
What are you? why in arms together met?
How dares your pride presume against my laws,
As in a listed field, to fight your cause?
Unask'd the royal grant; no marshal by,
As knightly rites require, nor judge to try!
Then Palamon, with scarce recover'd breath,
Thus hasty spoke: We both deserve the death,
And Loth would die; for look the world around,
A pair so wretched is not to be found:
Our life's a load; encumber'd with the charge,
We long to set th' imprisoned soul at large.
Now as thou art a sov'reign judge, decree
The rightful doom of death to him and me
Let neither find thy grace, for grace is cruelty..
Me first, oh kill me first, and cure my woe;
Then sheath the sword of justice on my foe:
Or kill him first; for when his name is heard,
He foremost will receive his due reward.
Arcite of Thebes is he, thy mortal foe,
On whom thy grace did liberty bestow;
But first contracted, that if ever found
By day or night upon th' Athenian ground,
His head should pay the forfeit; see return'd
The perjur'd knight, his oath and honor scorn'd.
For this is he who, with a borrow'd name
And profer'd service to thy palace came,
Now call'd Philostratus; retain'd by thee,
A traitor trusted, and in high degree,
Aspiring to the bed of beauteous Emily.
My part remains; from Thebes my birth I own,
And call myself th' unhappy Palamon.
Think me not like that man; since no disgrace
Can force me to renounce the honor of my

race..

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Know me from what I am I broke my chain,
Nor promis'd I thy pris'ner to remain :
The love of liberty with life is given;
And life itself th' inferior gift of Heaven.
Thus without crime I fled; but farther know,
I with this Arcite am thy mortal foe:
Then give me death, since I thy life pursue;
For safeguard of thyself, death is my due.
More would'st thou know? I love bright Emily,
And for her sake and in her sight will die :
But kill my rival too; for he no less
Deserves; and I thy righteous doom will bless,
Assur'd that what I lose he never shall
possess.
To this replied the stern Athenian prince,
And sourly smil'd-In owning your offence,
You judge yourself; and I but keep record
In place of law, while you pronounce the word.
Take your desert, the death you have decreed;
I seal your doom, and ratify the deed:

He paus'd awhile, stood silent in his mood
(For yet his rage was boiling in his blood);
But soon his tender mind th' impression felt,
(As softest metals are not slow to melt,
And pity soonest runs in softest minds):
Then reasons with himself; and first he finds
His passion cast a mist before his sense,
And either made or magnified th' offence.
Offence? of what? to whom? who judg'd the
cause?

The pris'ner freed himself by nature's laws:
Born free, he sought his right: the man he freed
Was perjur'd; but his love excus'd the deed:
Thus pond'ring, he look'd under with his eyes,
And saw the women's tears, and heard their
cries,

Which mov'd compassion more: he shook his
And, softly sighing, to himself he said: [head,
Curse on th' unpardoning prince, whoin tears

can draw,

To no remorse, who rules by lions' law;
And deaf to prayers, by no submission bow'd,
Rends all alike, the penitent and proud!

At this with look serene, he rais'd his head :
Reason resum'd her place, and passion fled:
Then thus aloud he spoke: The pow'r of love,
In earths, and seas, and air, and heaven above,
Rules, unresisted, with an awful rod;
By daily miracles declar'd a God :
He blinds the wise, gives eye-sight to the blind;
And moulds and stanips anew the lover's mind.
Behold that Arcite, and this Palamon,
Freed from my fetters, and in safety gone
What hinder'd either in their native soil
At ease to reap the harvest of their toil;
But Love, their lord, did otherwise ordain,
And brought them in their own despite again,
To suffer death deserv'd; for well they know
"Tis in my pow'r, and I their deadly foe;
The proverb holds, that to be wise and love,
Is hardly granted to the Gods above.

See

pay:

See how the madmen bleed: behold the gains
With which their master, Love, rewards their
For seven long years, on duty ev'ry day, [pains,
Lo their obedience, and their monarch's
Yet, as in duty bound, they serve him on;
And, ask the fools, they think it wisely done;
Nor ease, nor wealth, nor life itself regard,
For 'tis their maxim love is love's reward.
This is not all; the fair for whom they strove
Nor knew before, nor could suspect, their love;
Nor thought when she beheld the fight from far,
Her beauty was the occasion of the war.
But sure a gen'ral doom on man is past,
And all are fools and lovers first or last.
This both by others and myself I know,
For I have serv'd their sov'reign long ago;
Oft have been caught within the winding train
Of female snares, and felt the lover's pain,
And learn'd how far the God can human hearts (
constrain.

To this remembrance, and the pray'rs of those
Who for th' offending warriors interpose,
I give their forfeit lives; on this accord,
To do me bondage as their sov'reign lord;
And as my vassals, to their utmost might,
Assist my person and assert my right.
This freely sworn, the knights their grace obtain'd,
Then thus the king his secret thoughts explain'd:
If wealth, or honor, or a royal race,
Or each, or all, may win a lady's grace,
Then either of you knights may well deserve
A princess born; and such is she you serve:`
For Emily is sister to the crown,

And but too well to both her beauty known:
But should you combat till you both were dead,
Two lovers cannot share a single bed :
As therefore both are equal in degree,
The lot of both be left to destiny.
Now hear the award, and happy may it prove
To her, and him who best deserves her love!
Depart from hence in peace, and free as air
Search the wide world, and where you please
repair;

But on the day when this returning sun
To the same point through ev'ry sign has run,
Then each of you his hundred knights shall bring,
In royal lists, to fight before the king;
And then the knight whom fate or happy chance
Shall with his friends to victory advance,
And grace his arms so far in equal fight
From out the bars to force his opposite,
Or kill, or make him recreant on the plain,
The prize of valor and of love shall gain;
The vanquish'd party shall their claim release,
And the long jars conclude in lasting peace.
The charge be mine t'adorn the chosen ground,
The theatre of war, for champions so renown'd,
And take the patron's place of either knight,
With eyes impartial to behold the fight:
And heaven of meso judge as I shalljudgearight!.
If both are satisfied with this accord,
Swear by the laws of knighthood on my sword.
Who now but Palamon exults with
joy?
Aud ravish'd Arcite scems to touch the sky;

The whole assembled troop was pleas'd as well; Extol th' award, and on their knees they fell To bless the gracious king. The knights with leave [ceive; Departing from the place, his last commands reOn Emily with equal ardor look,

And from her eyes their inspiration took: FromthencetoThebes' old walls pursue their way, Each to provide his champions for the day.

It might be deem'd, on our historian's part, Or too much negligence, or want of art; If he forgot the vast magnificence Of royal Theseus, and his large expence. He first inclos'd for lists a level ground, The whole circumference a mile around; The form was circular; and all without A trench was sunk, to moat the place about. Within an amphitheatre appear'd, Rais'd in degrees, to sixty paces rear'd: ' That when a man was plac'd in one degree, Height was allow'd for him above to see.

Eastward was built a gate of marble white; The like adorn'd the western opposite. A nobler object than this fabric was Rome never saw, nor of so vast a space! For, rich with spoils of many a conquer'd land, All arts and artists Theseus could command: Who sold for hire, or wrought for better fame, The master-painters and the carvers came. So rose within the compass of the year An age's work, a glorious theatre. Then o'er its eastern gate was rais'd above A temple, sacred to the queen of love; An altar stood below: on either hand [wand A priest with roses crown'd, who held a myrtle

The dome of Mars was on the gate oppos'd, And on the north a turret was inclos'd, Within the wall of alabaster white, And crimson coral for the queen of night, Who takes in sylvan sports her chaste delight.

Within these oratories might you see
Rich carvings, portraitures, and imagery:
Where ev'ry huge figure to the life express'd
The godhead's pow'r to whom it was address'd.
In Venus' temple, on the sides were seen
The broken slumbers of enainour'd men,
Pray'rs that e'en spoke, and pity seem'd to call,
And issuing sighs that sinok'd along the wall.
Complaints, and hot desires, the lover's hell,
And scalding tears that wore a channel where
they fell:

And all around were nuptial bonds, the ties
Of love's assurance, and a train of lies,
That, made in lust, conclude in perjuries.
Beauty, and youth, and wealth, and luxury,
And sprightly hope, and short-enduring joy;
And sorceries to raise th' infernal pow'rs,
And sigils fram'd in planetary hours:
Expence, and after-thought, and idle care,
And doubts of motley hite, and dark despair;
Suspicious, and fantastical surmise,
And jealousy suffus'd with jaundice in her eyes,
Discoloring all she view'd, in tawny drest;
Down-look'd, and with a cuckow on her fist.
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