2150They with their leaden worlds at us did play
And frighted (as you see) these stones away.'
Felice, knowing that her adamant,
Th' impulsive cause of this her virgin-vow,
Was vanished thence, and gleams of joy did want
And wanning sorrow revelled on her brow.
Scarce could she speak and every jointing trembled,
Yet feared the porter, and her fear dissembled.
Pazzella and the virgins her esteemed,
Seeing her feature and unequalled grace,