Becometh more so as it looks on beauty,
The eternal beauty of undying things.
Oh, Anah!
Irad.But she loves thee not.
Japh.Alas!
Irad. And proud Aholibamah spurns me also.10
Japh. I feel for thee too.
Irad.Let her keep her pride,
Mine hath enabled me to bear her scorn:
It may be, time too will avenge it.