Then, dimly seen, came on with Motion slow
That pair whose Hearts he most desired to know.
The Lady’s Accent he remembered well;
The Lover’s Name his Rival’s fears could spell.
He shrank, disordered, to his hiding place;
To be detected was for life disgrace.
The best, the wisest, method he could take
Was, undisguised, a safe retreat to make;
But some mix’d Motives, not defin’d with Ease,
Led [him] behind the Phalanx of the trees.— 20