24.
Thus doth it equal age with Age enjoy,
And yet in lusty youth for ever flowers;
Like Love, his Sire, whom painters make a boy,
Yet is he Eldest of the Heavenly Powers;
Or like his brother Time, whose wingèd hours,
Going and coming, will not let him die,
But still preserve him in his infancy.
25.
This said, the Queen, with her sweet lips divine,