Live still a virgin! Then I'll be thy lover!"
Heaven here did close. No tongue could after move her.
As if in heaven, he was ravished so.
O love! O voice! O face! which is the glory?
O day! O night! O Age! O worlds of joy!
Of every part, true love might write a story.
Convert my sighs, O to some angel's tongue.
To die for Love is life! Death is best young!
She gone, Urania came. He, on the flower,
But sight of her revived his noble fire: