Which Aphrodite seeing, wax’d more firm
That he should never meet with Psyche more;
And had in thought already set the term
To their communion with that trial sore,
Which sent her forth upon a quest accurst,
And not to be accomplisht, that of thirst
She there might perish on hell’s torrid shore.
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And now it chanced that she had called her son
Into her presence-chamber, to unfold