And, lest quick envy should their dalliance spy,
Themselves about the trees the brambles tie.
Here in soft whispers did he court her love,
And strove by oath their loves to ratify.
'Madam,' says he, 'this reason may you move,
1260That day and malice have too many eyes
When my lips are sealed, and I attempt in vain
To send the children of my teeming brain.
Not half so vigilant the dragon was,
Which Colchos' treasure watch'd, as is your dame;