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.