This solace beams, while I adore:
Be happy: if thou lovedst not now,
Thou never couldst have loved before!”
...
“Would she, my freedom and my bliss to know,
With my disloyalty be reconciled,
And from her bower in Eden look below,
And bless the Soldan’s child?
For she is lost: but she, the later bride,
Who came my ruined fortune to restore,