I owe to Dion. Give to him the praise,
If praise is due, and you would please me best.
The. Thy approbation is my glass of merit,
And there alone am I array�d fair,
Yet for his sake, not yours, I love lord Dion.
'Tis wonder's hour in wonder's day he should
So fit his life, despite the careless time,
To please the gods.
Oc. When shall we tell him, love,
Of this new joy of ours?