"Bright Star of PHŒBUS! Goddess of my thought! Behold thy vassal, humbled on his knee! Behold for thee, what gods and Art hath wrought, A man adoring! of Love, the lowest degree. I love! I honour thee!" No more; there stayed As if foresworn; even so, was he afraid! EURIALÆ now spake, yet seemed in wonder, Her lips when parting, heaven did ope his treasure, "O do not, do not love! I will not sunder A heart in two! Love hath nor height nor measure! Live still a virgin! Then I'll be thy lover!" Heaven here did close. No tongue could after move her. As if in heaven, he was ravished so. O love! O voice! O face! which is the glory? O day! O night! O Age! O worlds of joy! Of every part, true love might write a story. Convert my sighs, O to some angel's tongue. To die for Love is life! Death is best young! She gone, URANIA came. He, on the flower, But sight of her revived his noble fire: And as if MARS did thunder, words did shower! (Love speaks in heat, when 'tis in most Desire) She made him mad, whose sight had him revived; Now speaks he plainly! Storms past, the air is glide. "Why was I made, to bear such woe and grief? Why was I born, but in Love to be nourished? Why then for Love (Love, of all virtues chief), And I not pitied, though I be not cherished? What! did my eyes offend in virtue seeing? O no! True Virtue is the lover's being! "Beauty and Virtue are the twins of life; Love is the mother which them forth doth bring. Wit with discretion ends the lover's strife. Patience with silence is a glorious thing. Love crowns a man, Love gives to all due merit; Men without love are bodies without spirit. "Love to a mortal is both life and treasure. Love changed to Wedlock doubleth in her glory. Love is the gem, whose worth is without measure. Fame dies, if not entombed within Love's story. Man that lives, lives not, if he wants Content. Man that dies, dies not, if with Love's consent." Thus spake DAIPHANTUS, and thus spake he well; Which wise URANIA well did understand: So well she like it, as it did excel. Now graced she him with her white slender hand, With words most sweet, a colour fresh and fair, In heavenly speech, she 'gan his woes declare. "My good DAIPHANTUS! Love, it is no toy! CUPID, though blind, yet strikes the heart at last. His force, you feel! whose power must breed your joy; This is the meed for scoffs, you on him cast! You love, who scorned! your love, with scorn is quite! You love, yet want! your love, with want is spite!