And youths were there, this favour’d youth t’attend:
Silent, nor wanting due respect, the crowd
Stood humbly round, and gratulation bow’d;
But not that silent crowd, in wonder fix’d,
Not numerous friends, who praise and envy mix’d,
Nor nymphs attending near to swell the pride
Of one more fair, the ever-smiling bride;
Nor that gay bride, adorn’d with every grace,
Nor love nor joy triumphant in her face,
Could from the youth’s sad signs of sorrow chase: