Where, sacred to the Twins and Britomart,
Pent in its rocky theatre apart,
A little town stood on the level sand.
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‘Twas where her younger sister’s husband reign’d:
And Psyche to the palace gate drew near,
Helplessly still by Eros’ best constrain’d,
And knocking begg’d to see her sister dear;
But when in state stepp’d down that haughty queen,
And saw the wan face spent with tears and teen,