Favonius the milder breath o' th' Spring, When proudly bearing on his softer wing Rich odours, which from the Panchean groves He steals, as by the Phoenix' pyre he moves, Profusely doth his sweeter theft dispense To the next rose's blushing innocence, But from the grateful flower, a richer scent He back receives than he unto it lent. Then laden with his odours' richest store, He to thy breath hastes; to which these are poor! 10 Which whilst the amorous wind to steal essays, He like a wanton Lover 'bout thee plays, And sometimes cooling thy soft cheek doth lie, And sometimes burning at thy flaming eye: Drawn in at last by that breath we implore, He now returns far sweeter than before, And rich by being robb'd, in thee he finds The burning sweets of Pyres, the cool of Winds. [_The Breath._] This appears in all three editions, _1656_ following _1647_ in the following variants: l. 8 'He doth receive'; l. 11 'while he sportively'; l. 16 'back' for 'now'.] _Desiring her to burn his Verses._ These papers, Chariessa, let thy breath Condemn; thy hand unto the flames bequeath; 'Tis fit, who gave them life, should give them death. And whilst in curled flames to Heaven they rise, Each trembling sheet shall as it upwards flies, Present itself to thee a sacrifice. Then when about its native orb it came, And reach'd the lesser lights o' th' sky, this flame Contracted to a star should wear thy name. Or falling down on earth from its bright sphere, 10 Shall in a diamond's shape its lustre bear, And trouble (as it did before) thine ear. But thou wilt cruel even in mercy be, Unequal in thy justice, who dost free Things without sense from flames, and yet not Me. [_Desiring her to burn his Verses._] _Title_, _1647_ 'To Chariessa, desiring', &c.] [Line: 4 whilst] as _1647_.] [Line: 7 about] above _1647_.] [Line: 14 who] that _1647_.] _The Night._ A DIALOGUE. _Chariessa._ What if Night Should betray us, and reveal To the light All the pleasures that we steal? _Philocharis._ Fairest, we Safely may this fear despise; How can She See our actions who wants eyes? _Chariessa._ Each dim star And the clearer lights, we know, 10 Night's eyes are; They were blind that thought her so! _Philocharis._ Those pale fires Only burn to yield a light T' our desires, And though blind, to give us sight. _Chariessa._ By this shade That surrounds us might our flame Be betray'd, And the day disclose its name. 20 _Philocharis._