When in the common treasury of one breast,
All that was thine or mine did rest.
Dear Parthenissa!—Friend! what shall I say?
20Ah speak to thy Urania!
Oh envious Death! nothing but thee I fear'd,
No other rival could estrange
Her soul from mine or make a change.
Scarce had I spoke my passionate fears,
And overwhelm'd myself in tears:
But Parthenissa smil'd, and then she disappear'd.