For I am in it, he for me doth swim.
Rich, fruitful love, that, doubling self estates,
Elixir-like contracts, though separates!
Dear place, I kiss thee, and do welcome thee,
As from Leander ever sent to me."
FOOTNOTES:
[45] Old eds. "improving."
[46] "He calls Phœbus the god of gold, since the virtue of his beams creates it."—Marginal note in the Isham copy.
[47] The reader will remember how grimly Lady Macbeth plays upon this word:—
"I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal: