Thought they were quit from Love’s command, 55
And beauty’s world was all their own.
But lovers, who are Nature’s best
Old subjects, never long revolt;
They soon in passion’s war contest,
Yet in their march soon make a halt. 60
And those, when by my mandates brought
Near dead Clorinda, ceased to boast
Of freedom found, and wept for thought
Of their delightful bondage lost.