Philocharis. Those pale fires
Only burn to yield a light
T’ our desires;15
And, though blind, to give us sight.
Chariessa. By this shade
That surrounds us, might our flame
Be betray’d!
And the day disclose its name.20
Philocharis. Dearest Fair!
These dark witnesses, we find,
Silent are:
Night is dumb, as well as blind.
Then whilst these black shades conceal us,25
We will scorn
Th’ envious morn,
And the sun that would reveal us.
Our flames shall thus their mutual light betray,
And night, with these joys crown’d, outshine the day.30
Unalter’d by Sickness.
|
Pale envious Sickness, hence! no more Possess her breast, too cold before. In vain, alas, thou dost invade A beauty that can never fade. | } | [28:1] |
Could all thy malice but impair5
One o’ th’ sweets which crown her fair;[28:2]
Or steal the spirits from her eye;
Or kiss into a paler dye
The blooming[28:3] roses of her cheek;
Our suffering[28:4] hopes might justly seek10
Redress from thee, and thou mightst save
Thousands of lovers from the grave.
But such assaults are vain, for she
Is too divine to stoop to thee,
Blest with a form as much too high15
For any change, as[28:5] Destiny,
Which no attempt can violate:
For what’s her beauty is our fate.