But like the sun, which gazed on blinds the eye,
So he by her! and so resolved to die.
At this, in wonder softly did she pace it;
Yet suddenly was stayed. His verses seized her,
Which he late writ, forgot. Thus was he graced.
She read them over, and the writing pleased her.
For Cupid framed two mottoes in her heart:
The one as Dian's, the other, for his dart.
She read and pitied; reading, Pity taught.