Some mischievously weep, not unapprised
Tears, sometimes, aid the conquest of an eye. 540
With what address the soft Ephesians draw
Their sable network o’er entangled hearts!
As seen through crystal, how their roses glow,
While liquid pearl runs trickling down their cheek!
Of hers not prouder Egypt’s wanton queen,
Carousing gems, herself dissolved in love.
Some weep at death, abstracted from the dead,
And celebrate, like Charles,[22] their own decease.