And why this niceness to that pleasure shown,
Where Nature sums up all her joys in one....
Promiscuous love is Nature's general law;
For whosoever the first lovers were,
Brother and sister made the second pair,
And doubled by their love their piety....
You must be mine that you may learn to live.
Remarquez que cette furie, six vers plus loin, copie une réponse de Phèdre. Dryden a cru imiter Racine.
(Aurengzebe, acte IV, sc. i.)
I take this garland not as given by you,
But as my merit and my beauty due.
(The Indian Emperor.)
Were I no queen, did you my beauty weigh,
My youth in bloom, your age in its decay.
(Aurengzebe, acte II, sc. i.)