And unto her imparts his amorous news,
She, not Bellam', his vowèd service views.
But to Albino he returned with faith
(Yet 'twas an oath), 'I importuned thy saint,
Pressed her t' unlock thy secrets: but she saith
"What purblind folly does thy heart attaint?
1630Thou know'st what offers I refused, and thou'll
Confine my love unto a starvèd cowl!"
'Away flings she, and leaves me disconsolate,
Nor after deigned to me a wonted look: