Is far less pleased with his physician's sight.
Welcome, thou pleasing, but thou short reprieve,
To ease my death, but not to make me live.
Welcome, but welcome as a winter's sun,
That rises late, and is too quickly gone.
}
{ Vict. You are the star of day, the public light;
{ And I am but your sister of the night;
{ Eclipsed, when you are absent from my sight.
Alph. Death will for ever take me from your eyes;