Come, send round the Wine.

No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close;

As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets

The same look which she turn'd when he rose.

Believe me, if all those endearing young Charms.

[[521]]

The moon looks

On many brooks

"The brook can see no moon but this."[521:1]