Till he for pity coud not but comply:
‘Only if they should ask thee of thy love
Discover nothing to their ears above.’
And Psyche said ‘In vain shall be their cry.’
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And yet with day no sooner was alone,
Than she for loneliness her promise rued:
That having so much pleasure for her own,
’Twas all unshared and spent in solitude.
And when at night her love flew to his place,