Who to the yielding maid had vow’d his truth;
And finds in that fair deed a sacred joy,
That will not perish, and that cannot cloy; -
A living joy, that shall its spirits keep,
When every beauty fades, and all the passions sleep.
PART III.
Qui vultus Acherontis atri,
Qui Stygia tristem, non tristis, videt,
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Par ille Regi, par Superis erit.