tore,
He to thy breath hastes, to which these are poor; 10
Which, whilst the amorous wind[26:2] to steal essays,
He like a wanton lover 'bout thee plays,
And sometimes cooling thy soft cheek doth lie,
And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye:
Drawn in at last by that breath we implore, 15
He now[26:3] returns far sweeter than before,
And rich by being robb'd, in thee he finds
The burning sweets of pyres, the cool of winds.

THE NIGHT: A DIALOGUE.

_Chariessa._[27:1] What if Night
Should betray us, and reveal
To the light
All the pleasures that we steal?

_Philocharis._ Fairest! we 5
Safely may this fear despise:
How can she
See our actions, who wants eyes?

_Chariessa._ Each dim star,
And the clearer lights, we know, 10
Night's eyes are:
They were blind that thought her so!

_Philocharis._ Those pale fires
Only burn to yield a light
T' our desires; 15
And, though blind, to give us sight.

_Chariessa._ By this shade
That surrounds us, might our flame
Be betray'd!
And the day disclose its name. 20

_Philocharis._ Dearest Fair!
These dark witnesses, we find,
Silent are:
Night is dumb, as well as blind.

_Chorus._

Then whilst these black shades conceal us, 25
We will scorn
Th' envious morn,
And the sun that would reveal us.
Our flames shall thus their mutual light betray,
And night, with these joys crown'd, outshine the day. 30

UNALTER'D BY SICKNESS.

Pale envious Sickness, hence! no more }
Possess her breast, too cold before. }
In vain, alas, thou dost invade }[28:1]
A beauty that can never fade. }
Could all thy malice but impair 5
One o' th' sweets which crown her fair;[28:2]
Or steal the spirits from her eye;
Or kiss into a paler dye
The blooming[28:3] roses of her cheek;
Our suffering[28:4] hopes might