the verdure of this garden,
When it sees thee pass, grow young
As beneath spring's dewy spangles;
Not in vain, since though 't is evening,
Thou a new Aurora dazzleth,
That the birds in public concert
Hail thee with a joyous anthem;
Not in vain the streams and fountains,
As their crystal current passes,
Keep melodious time and tune
With the bent boughs of the alders;
The light movement of the zephyrs
As athwart the flowers they 're wafted,
Bends their heads to see thee coming,
Then uplifts them to look after.

DARIA.
These fine flatteries, these fine phrases
Make me doubt of thee, Chrysanthus.
He who gilds the false so well,
Must mere truth find unattractive.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Hast thou then such little faith
In my love?

DARIA.
Thou needst not marvel.

CHRYSANTHUS.
Why?

DARIA.
Because no more of faith
Doth a love deserve that acteth
Such deceptions.

CHRYSANTHUS.
What deceptions?

DARIA.
Are not those enough, Chrysanthus,
That thou usest to convince me
Of thy love, of thy attachment,
When my first and well-known wishes
Thou perversely disregardest?
Is it possible a man
So distinguished for his talents,
So illustrious in his blood,
Such a favourite from his manners,
Would desire to ruin all
By an error so unhappy,
And for some delusive dream
See himself abhorred and branded?

CHRYSANTHUS.
I nor talents, manners, blood,
Would be worthy of, if madly
I denied a Great First Cause,
Who made all things, mind and matter,
Time, heaven, earth, air, water, fire,
Sun, moon, stars, fish, birds, beasts, Man then.

DARIA.
Did not Jupiter, then, make heaven,
Where we hear his thunders rattle?

CHRYSANTHUS.
No, for if he could have made
Heaven, he had no need to grasp it
For himself at the partition,
When to Neptune's rule he granted
The great sea, and hell to Pluto;--
Then they were ere all this happened.[12]

DARIA.
Is not Ceres the earth, then?

CHRYSANTHUS.
No.
Since she lets the plough and harrow
Tear its bosom, and a goddess
Would not have her frame so mangled.

DARIA.
Tell me, is not Saturn time?

CHRYSANTHUS.
He is not, though he dispatcheth
All the children he gives birth to;
To a god no crimes should happen.

DARIA.
Is not Venus the air?

CHRYSANTHUS.
Much less,
Since they say that she was fashioned
From the foam, and foam, we know,
Cannot from the air be gathered.

DARIA.
Is