Yet, by that time the hoary-headed sire
Had summed twelve sixty minutes, he again
Returned t' his lady, when bright Titan's fire
1170Was newly risen from the brackish main:
And, common greetings passed amidst their pleasures,
He in his lady's hands these lines entreasures.
Upon Bellama's walking in the garden, and with him.
My teeming fancy strives, choice fair, to chain
Eternity to time, that ne'er shall wane;
And make those garden-minutes see the sun