[106] Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence;
And here choose I: joy be the consequence!
Por. [Aside] [108] How all the other passions fleet to air,
As doubtful thoughts, and rash-embraced despair,
[110] And shuddering fear, and green-eyed jealousy!
[111] O love, be moderate; allay thy ecstasy;
[112] In measure rein thy joy; scant this excess!
I feel too much thy blessing: make it less,
[114] For fear I surfeit!
Bass.