I seek some tower’d town
To bear the barter of Love’s sighs and praises;
But when Fen-Fires I descry,
I blow their flames awry,
And hustle them o’er the moors and marshy mazes.
Pynthanix and Saphenix
Pynthanix.So then the evil creatures fly!—
But tell me, gentle sister, why?
Saphenix.For Evil hath but a single eye,
And cannot see but only spy;