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 5 To the next rose's blushing innocence; But from the grateful flower, a richer scent He doth receive[26:1] than he unto it lent. Then, laden with his odour's richest store, He to thy breath hastes, to which these are poor; 10 Which, whilst the amorous wind[26:2] 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, 15 He now[26:3] 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 NIGHT: A DIALOGUE. _Chariessa._[27:1] What if Night Should betray us, and reveal To the light All the pleasures that we steal? _Philocharis._ Fairest! we 5 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; 15 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._ Dearest Fair! These dark witnesses, we find, Silent are: Night is dumb, as well as blind. _Chorus._ Then whilst these black shades conceal us, 25 We will scorn Th' envious morn, And the sun that would reveal us. Our flames shall thus their mutual light betray, And night, with these joys crown'd, outshine the day. 30 UNALTER'D BY SICKNESS.